. anal business, ain’t he? Tight, tight, tight ... push back harder, bitch boi! Take it as deep as you can! I can go for a good while, since I alrea...y came up Tamara’s tushy! Her ass looks nicer, but yours ain’t half-bad. Very tight, very hot!” I declared as I rammed Jordan as roughly as I could.Jordan tried to scream through his ball gag, but he was muffled, of course. His sweet little booty certainly engulfed me and seemed to enjoy the action even if he didn’t. I pushed further into his colon. He never made that mistake again.As I leaned on my shovel, I called out, “Hey John, how’s my favorite boy scout? Have you learned how to read a map yet?”He grimaced as he dismounted his horse. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”I had first met John as he was guiding a family from Nebraska. They had never been in the big mountains before and were having the time of their lives. What they didn’t know was that John Wadsworth, outdoors guide extraordinaire, was hopelessly lost, and. What was she seeing? My muscles quivering inside me? Was she seeing my fear? The blood rushing to my ears? Could she see discomfort in me?I couldn't take it. I couldn't carry the burden of my guilt. It rested too heavy. I opened my mouth."You feel the same way, don't you," Mary said suddenly before I could confess. "You don't love Cassandra, you're in love with her." I..." What could I say? Not trusting myself, not knowing what words to utter, I nodded. What had she seen in me?The silence that. Ron received a letter about once a month. It was simply signed E, in agirlish hand. It told of the anguish and pain Emily felt, living a lie.Ron had to be careful writing back, always aware that Emily's fathermight see the letter. But he was able to cloak his comments in a waythat Emily understood what he was saying, without it being explicit. Thefollowing summer she told him that his letters, and the chance to comeback to the farm, were the only things that kept her going at times.Emily came.