There was a small, adobe hut, probably the size of an efficiency apartment, abutting the highest of the canyon walls. Next to it was a small corral wh...ch was empty. On the other side of the hut was a vegetable garden. I could see tomatoes, peas, beans and broccoli, among other things, growing, their shades of green and red a sharp contrast to the brown of most of the area. A well stood by the garden with one aluminum pipe running from it into the garden and another into the house.I guess the. So next morning I headed back. Christyne was in the bathtub with Brianna, throwing her around and getting her to swim. I sat at the edge watching and laughing. Christyne turned to look at me at one point and stopped, dropping Brianna into the water. She looked shocked and for a brief moment, afraid. She quickly recovered, asking me to grab towels, and picking up the baby. It was time for her treatment. As I dressed the baby and Christyne got dressed, we talked a little bit. Just making. Now comeing back to the story.rose is a very beautiful girl and her figure might be 34/26/30 the whole floor was mad for her big boobs but she was in love of a guy named steven paul the real sudo name .they both were going around for 4 years but i liked her allot and wanted to fuck her which even she knew that i liked her .in july steven left the job .and here the real story starts .I am a average guy and i stay with room mates .she felt very bad when steven left the ompany but he still liked. He’s a naughty b**st, my muse. He’s been a bit sluggish though and he made only minimal effort even then.I noticed the little things in my post-work haze. The tightness of her striped skirt that barely covered her ass, the cat-got-the-cream look on his face that made me wonder who he thought about, the people across from me who entered at different stops and talked with such animation… Sex. It all boiled down to what positions I could picture them in.No one inspired great stories in me though,.