I reach out and put my hand on the woman's right hip, no reaction - relief!. I slide my hand under the jumper and touch the soft skin. The woman moves...slightly closer, it is her. I move my hand forward touching her stomach. I look around, hundreds of faces but none looking at us. Shes move around slightly to face the side of the carriage, sheltering a little from inquisitive eyes. My hand moves up further, over her rib cage, heading for her breast, then the softness of the underneath of her. Eventually the Sheriff said, “Uh, Uh, Yeah! I’m Cumming!” and Jane felt sick, as she felt a hot, wet load of cum spill out inside her. He Pulled his cock out of the violated cunt, “Ah yeah, that was good! Who’s next?” One of the men released his grip on her and she took the opportunity to strike out fiercely but the Sheriff was quick to grab her again.“Whoa!” he said, “...She is a wild one. At least she’ll be nice and wet for you now, Frank.” “Thanks boss, she looks like a good bit of pussy!”. I slowly, every so slowly, pull my nightgown up my legs, feeling the silkiness of my gown caress my legs like my lover’s hand, the movement of the gown mixes with the breeze causing a tingling along my legs. A tingling like that of when my lover touches me, loves me. I pause for a moment, this can’t be real, this is a dream, a dream of how much I miss him, I want him, I need him, but no… he is not here. But the wetness I feel is real. I reach, with one hand, to feel the wetness. I move my hand. She has filled out a little since those early days, but she's done so in ways that have enhanced her looks rather than the other way 'round. Then there is me: five-five; also slender back then, a bit of a paunch now but only a bit; sandy hair, somewhat thinning now; and all of my other moving parts in relatively good order. Stacy's an interior decorator for Merlyn Home Furnishings. Me, I'm an electrician for Carter Construction, a trade I learned on the job and expanded my knowledge of in.