I slipped the box into a barrel of flour and told no one of the find. When I emerged from the wagon I showed the men the papers I had found and claime... the barrel of flour for myself. As I had the least food in the wagon train they agreed. Others took the harness, wheels and the wagon cover while one man took all the iron he could find, including the restraints. We teased him about that as his wife had a reputation as rather a shrew in the train. We rode back to the wagon train and returned. "Uh, about three months," he answered. "Why?" I was just wondering when the last time you three had a home-cooked meal," I said. "How about I meet you folks at the arena and you come back here and I'll cook for you." No shit?" Greg said. "Any chance you have your mom's mashed potato recipe."I laughed out loud."I have it," I said. "I can throw some steaks on the grill, make some mashed potatoes and we'll have corn on the cob. Does that sound like a plan?"I heard Greg talking to the others.. Your tongue slides up slowly and deliberately through my outer lips, tasting my milky juices on your lips and tongue. You hear another moan from me as you continue your exploration, your arms spreading my thighs far apart. You dip your head for a long, deep taste and savor it on your tongue, sliding it up the deep wet channel and flicking the tip across my swollen clit. I writhe in your grasp, panting, unaware of anything but your hands and mouth. You close your lips over my clit and suck hard. I put my hand on her shoulders to steady myself has she lowered my trousers to my ankles. Gently she pushed me back onto the settee and removed my shoes and pulled my trousers off, standing up she pulled me back up and holding my hand, placed it inside her clothing on to her breast.I pinched her nipple and rolled it between my finger and thumb, looking over at Pete I saw he’d got his cock out and was stroking it up and down which was all the encouragement I needed to slide the silk material off.