Dressed like this, he couldn't be more invisible—he just melted into the crowd. His belt of tools was hidden under his shirt, but over his mail, all...but the grapnel; that he had left home because of the odd bulge it would have made under his shirt. His staff was disguised to look like a cudgel, which it was common for a man to carry if he couldn't afford a gun and was not an expert with a knife.He slouched around in the alley behind the gambling hall and waited for someone to open the rear. Once we were all packed and my brother’s mules hitched to it, we began our trek to Fountain City. Betty Mae and Raylene rode in the wagon, which Rory drove.Opal Anne and Pauli rode next to me, each of us leading a mule. Thumper didn’t need to be led, he wouldn’t stray far from Opal Anne. He was the one that pounded the bears head into the ground during our last trip. I think in his mule brain he saw himself as her protector.Coming out of the mountains, and onto the trail to Fountain City, we. Elaine sighed quietly, while she rocked her body from side to side like she had done for so many years when something was troubling her. ‘Stephanie, I know you don’t quite understand the significance of that jar. But let me assure you that it will be in your best interest to keep it.’ ‘I’ll keep it, mother. But I still don’t understand the importance of keeping it.’ ‘It belonged to your grandmother. You probably don’t remember her, do you?’ ‘Not really. She died when I was two years old.’ . ”I looked into her eyes and for the first time in my life had no hesitation, I kissed her lips and rubbed my hand up and down her cock. She parted her lips again and I felt the passion between us. I pulled my hand away from her cock and hugged her close feeling her wonderful little tits against me. I broke the kiss and said, “if you are not okay with the way I am I understand,” knowing my age was not even close to hers.She replied with her hands as she unbuttoned my shirt exposing my pink lace.