” She stuttered flushing to the tops of her breasts. I stood up, took the pin, and signed the form. Then taking the paper and pin I put them in the ...rief case and set it on the counter behind her.Her perfume and the scent of her sweet womanly sweat filled my world when we kissed. Her hot tongue found mine. She pressed her smooth lovely breasts against my hands when I cupped them. When I looked into her beautiful doe eyes, there was a little fear and pleading in them. Her trembling hands found. It’s a lazy weekend morning. She is in panties and an old shirt. Casey is wearing shorts. The laptop is playing a show off a popular streaming service.“I still say we should put a television in here,” she says. “You know, since we’re not getting out of here anytime soon.”Casey frowns. “We will.”“When?”“I don’t know,” he says, his frown deepening.“I know something is holding you back,” she says kindly, and a bit knowingly. “Would you agree?” After a brief pause, Casey agrees. “Talk to me about. Giving them the herd was the best they could do, and the herd would not have been able to follow the caravan route at this time of year, due to the availability of forage.It was difficult enough to find enough for the mules and desert hardy ponies and camels, and the sheep and goats would do better for having herders to watch over them. It was one thing for John to ask what his people thought about rescuing a lost caravan, but it was entirely the duty of the Caravan master to make decisions. " Are you sure, honey...this stuff is pretty strong." He tried not to soundconcerned."Just one, Daddy, PLEASE??" OK, I suppose one won't hurt. I need another one anyway."He went into the den and made himself another and made one for me. I sort ofsuspect that mine probably wasn't as strong as his, but it still tasted great.We sat and watched TV and had our drinks slowly and quietly. After a while Istarted to feel calm and warm all over. I realized that even this weak drinkwas having an.