My family was well aware that although not many individuals would be remembered, their journeys would still be studied a hundred and fifty years from ...ow.We did our morning kiss and cuddle, then started getting dressed for our first day on the trail. Our wagon drivers were Clint and Brad White, Jon and Shack Vencille, Walt and Ray Wagoner, Davy Beale, Jesse Cooper, Tuck Holt, Batt McLean, and Roy Silvers.When we caught up to the cattle, Delia, Dalia, Sarah Beth, Katie, Cassie, Rawhide, Jud,. “Yes, Annette,” I replied with a soft chuckle.“Yes?” Jeannette asked.“He means you can come back to the house with us for a glass of wine, if you want,” Annette replied happily.“«Avec joie!!»” Jeannette replied giddily.I suppressed another chuckle, put my arm around Annette and we began our walk back to the house. When we arrived, I saw Jeannette was wearing clothes nearly identical to what Annette had worn to the beach - capri pants and a tight-fitting red t-shirt, contrasted with Annette’s. But receiving none, I step to him and begin unbuttoning his shirt, pull it out of his jeans and pull it over his shoulders and down each arm. I take it and fold it neatly and lay it on one of the chairs by the bed. I then kneel before him and loosen the laces of his shoes, remove them and then his socks. I stuff the socks into his shoes and place them next to the chair. I return to him, kneel before him and loosen the belt, the snap on his jeans and the zipper. I pull his jeans down to his feet. I’d pound into you and make you come right away. I’d hold off for as long as I could, making the pleasure to much for you to stand…”Sam’s face was impassive throughout my fantasies, except for tears at some of the things I wanted to do to her. Her hands moved mechanically. “I thought about bending you over and telling you my dick slipped into your ass, when really I meant to. I thought I could slam you in the ass while you touched yourself…”Sam’s legs started to twitch. Her fingers moved.