We held that position for a while, just embracing each other in the pitch black darkness of that closet. I moved my hand down the small of her toned ...ack and began rubbing her ass through the little skirt she was wearing and she didn’t seem to notice. I had no idea what I was doing and neither did she. It just felt right.“You are poking me” she whispered. I said “what are you talking about” knowing full well that she was talking about the raging hard on poking her belly button. She reached. We figured that I would take off for Boston, and after I had been gone about a month, the rest of the group would take off for Lafayette, Indiana. Whoever got there first would wait for the others.It wasn't the greatest solution in the world, but it was the best we could come up with. We figured we'd get a well sprung buckboard for Sam and the baby to ride in. We'd gather all of Rawhide's herd together and they'd drive them to Lafayette as well. We'd also try to find as many wagons as we. I watch the man take her by her hair and drag her to her knees. My sex throbs violently beneath his deft fingers. "You're close already," he informs more than he asks. He knows.I whimper in acquiescence trying shamelessly to move my hips so I can ride his fingers. I need them inside me. Of course he knows this and slides two fingers into me torturously slow. I whine and arch as he hooks them into me massaging until I can barely stand."Please," I beg but he refuses to answer, he denies me any. By that time, things had become decidedly more interesting. The girls no longer played with dolls, but still giggled and whispered secrets to each other whenever I was nearby. Maybe I shouldn't have taken it personally, but it seemed they were talking about me. Truthfully, I was both curious and annoyed while being around them.During that Memorial Day afternoon, the two were sitting on the patio when I walked by. "Hey Cousin, who's your girlfriend?" Mila asked sarcastically. They knew I had no.