Brelsford Farm. Can I help you?". I was struck dumb for a second or two, then said, "This is Mrs Brelsford. Can I speak to my husband?" and she said "...es, of course, Madam." Then I heard the phone being laid down and she shouted, "Ian! It is your Freda at last."The phrase 'Your Freda', told me a lot. The girl regarded me as an important person in Ian's life, so that was a start.Shortly thereafter Ian came on the phone. "Freda! Thanks for ringing, my love. I have been trying to get to speak with. "See, she got to you as well" No mum" I replied and sat down drawing her into my arms, "A beautiful, mature lady got to me, she's sitting quite close to me, smelling like a dream and looking like a wet dream" Is she wearing lacy little panties?" Yep" Are they pulled right up into her slit?"She wiggled her bum and giggled,"Does her son want mummy's mouth on his prick?"She bent her head and I gasped out loud as she took me into her mouth,"Fuck yes, yes he does"She turned then, still with my prick. They overtook and passed three freight wagons headed for Dodge and met a few riders headed back toward Wichita, but that was about all the traffic they saw.The first night on the trail to Dodge, Tom decided to stop a little early and find a good place to camp. They rode north about a mile from the trail and settled down near a small creek. The land was flat and except for a few scattered trees, they could see forever. Cal gathered up what sticks and tree limbs he could find while Tom rode out. From the first round to the next took about five minutes, the guys appearing to be very virile.This time things were a bit slower the slim guy being much gentler as he fucked Anne slowly sliding his cock in and out withdrawing until just the glans was in before sliding up to the hilt, he got her to change positions a number of times. The shorter guy surprised me by sitting next to me and stroking his cock as he watched the show, he also encouraged me to stroke his cock after noticing me taking.