I grabbed her hair and fucked her nice and deep. "Pound me baby!, pound me!" I fucked her tight, wet, asshole for as long as i could until i couldn't ...old back much longer.I told her "Baby, I'm gunna come in your ass!" O yes baby, I want your cum in my fucking ass!", as she reached back with one hand to hold me close.I reached with my right arm and started rubbing her engorged clit. I have never felt her clit so big, It was so sexy. I touched her clit,and what seemed as soon as I said I was. I needed to hunt some hogs so that we could be smoking the meat.First was to bring a couple of buffalo home, so I made up our hunting party with my brother, Bob, and Paul’s son. We assembled strong poles for two travois, but Tia suggested using our Conestoga like wagon to haul a couple of buffalo. She said that we might even be able to bring three younger ones using the wagon.I made sure the wheels were in good shape, with the axles solid and the bearings in the wheel hubs well-greased with tar. We had headlights, a windshield, windshield wipers, windows, and other features necessary to safely operate the prototype on the racetrack; that is all that really mattered to us at the time. Since we would only be operating the prototype on the racetrack, the lack of turn signals, brake lights, taillights, and other items necessary to make it street legal were omitted from the vehicle, but included in the production model’s design package.I recalled that in one of our final prototype design. J. sat there, obviously petrified to be beside a girl.Lizzie was twelve years old and was boy crazy. She knew exactly how to drive the twelve year olds that had been in my patrol last year wild. None of those boys knew what to do about it, but at least they knew girls were something interesting.W. J. was eleven. He was still at the stage where girls were a mystery, and of absolutely no interest to him. When we found our seats in the auditorium, Lizzie sat down first. W. J. refused to sit beside.