You press my breasts to your chest as you wash my back. Then gently turn me and have me move to my knees. From behind me, you wash my ass, crack and h...le. Soaped up again, you move up to my slit, and rub the cloth back and forth over my pussy. Soaping my mons, pressing into my cunt a bit, and oh, the attention you pay to my clit.Your wonderful touch starts my juices rushing out of me, my liquids now adding to the bath water level.Clean now, you help me from the tub and dry me off. New clean. I never mentioned the crotchless panties, they were still her secret! Byway we arrived at the bar that her and the girls were using, it was quite nice, we were both enjoying it, but I,noticed she kept looking round the room, when she thought I was not watching her, then I noticed her keep looking in one paticular place in the room, I made an excuse that I need to go to the bathroom, then I,would get drinks, as soon as I was out of her sight, I just hid watching her, within minutes a guy came. It looked as though it was a one-way trip only; down and you only hoped you didn’t break your neck. So, our canyon looked to be a perfect place to capture and hold livestock.We returned home again with time to spare so we could eat our supper and watch the sun set again. I had gotten some rough measurements of the canyon opening so I drew up a plan for our fence across the opening. I could use some of the hardwoods across the stream for posts or rails, but I could also use some of the trees in. ‘Are you the one who shot the pig that hit me?’ she inquired. ‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘I don’t tolerate abuse towards women.’ There, she thought to herself. He was a chauvinist. She was about to call him as much, but he spoke first. ‘Not that I think you can’t take care of yourself, as your knife work showed. I just figured I could kill him faster.’ He seemed thoughtful for a moment, and nodded to himself. Now she was really confused. He seemed a perfect gentleman. She didn’t think it was possible.