What the hell? She could hear, she could see, but she had no body? At that point, her forward motion brought her up against Cutie and somehow she slip...ed inside.Her best friend was dead. She was crying in the shower because her friend had been smashed by a train and died. The water was pounding on her back, her hair was dripping, and she had shampoo in her eyes, which stung. Everything Cutie was feeling, Janelle felt. Janelle lifted her face into the cascade from the shower head to rinse her. She shifted a little raising her legs up over my shoulders which pulled me closer allowing my tongue to widen her soaked skin flaps and the taste was amazing as I started to tongue fuck her sweet willing cunt with my finger pushed up to the knuckle into her willing arsehole.With my nose pushed against her short haired pubic bone and my tongue flicking in and out of her wet hole she was at fever pitch having multiple orgasms and I was struggling to swallow feeling the juices running down my. They had a lot of things to do on the house to turn it into their idea of home, and I would have just been in the way. We kissed goodbye as I left to go hunting: Comanches or outlaws, I really did not care which one came up first.I headed for the Comanche camp and was about an hour on the trail when I heard a lot of shooting from more than one gun. This had to mean big trouble, so I hurried to find out what was going on. I topped a little ridge and saw what was causing the trouble: a wagon was. "Shelly, it's almost one-thirty." I know. I'm not allowed to have my phone when I'm working. I didn't seethe messages until I went on my lunch break." Did she say what she wanted?" No. Just five texts that all say some variation of 'Tell Charlene tocontact me'." How? I don't have my phone. It's at the Kappa house. Surely she knowsthat." I sighed. "Fine. Text her and tell her that I don't have my phonebut that I will be over at there inside of an hour."There was another long pause."Rachel's not.