He was probably in his 70s. Long past the days when he had a realistic shot at someone like you, the most amazing woman in the world. I knew what woul... make his day though. “See that old man that just walked past us?” I asked, and you nodded your head, curious about why I mentioned him. “Catch his attention, then spread your legs for him, and give him a little thrill” I commanded. I could see you were thinking about refusing, but then, you got a playful look in your eyes, and did as I told you. John took her delicate nipple between his teeth and began to chew softly while his tongue rasped over the tip. This caused Kamala to cum and cum hard. She stiffened, moaned, and inevitably (considering her position) lost her balance, falling off the fence into his arms in a semi-swoon. John lowered her down to the ground as she was unable to stand. He knelt over her kissing her forehead and looking into her green eyes. Kamala soon recovered she sat up and kissed him. “Thank you.” “You scared. Fact is, it made total sense to me that she was sexually active. How else was she going to have a baby?As I finally parted company, they hoped I would be able to steer Melody to the light, as they put it.It was still quite a few miles out to Promontory, and I was able to gain my way onto the Union Pacific's private meeting train via my New York press credentials, a wise precaution we took.Sure enough, at end of track in those times, there was gambling and women, and Melody was the deluxe whore. He flopped over on his back and rested. His muscles seemed to melt into the thick bed of soft pine needles. His body felt beyond mere "good" It had been the same when Mark, his father and mother all went hiking together while his dad was still alive.For some reason, he always felt a hollow emptiness when he came camping up there in the mountains alone. Yet at the same time, he felt he was somehow connected to his father just by being there. This time an air of expectancy seemed to make itself.