"I want to grow up to be a railroad engineer, like my dad," Josh had said in grade school, and Walt had never really encouraged it or opposed it. "Wha...ever you want to do," he'd said.But this summer had been different. Really working on the railroad had been a lot of fun. He'd learned a lot, and had learned enough to see that there was much more that he needed to learn if he really wanted to make a life of being a railroader. It was something he'd never really held out much thought about, since. It was nice, lots of trees, secluded and lots of flat clean bank that we could romp on. Once we got settled in I handed Wetzel a beer and grabbed one myself. “Hey, Wetzel come here a second,” I said, in a tone that was out of character for me and Wetzel noticed at once. He immediately, came over to me and I could see that he was starting to get that worried look, “What,” he said, “did I do something wrong---are you mad at me?” he said and gave me an impish grin. That’s when I knew he was. She got her out of Fletcher’s sweater, and into some pajamas. She tucked her in, ‘There see. You’re not alone now. You’ll never be alone again. We’re going to see this thing through together.’ Mary got up to go, then at the last moment she turned back. ‘I know you’re innocent. I think I figured it out before you got here, but one thing.’ She paused and then continued, ‘Just in case you aren’t, keep it to yourself.’ Sorrel looked at Mary. The tears were gone, only weariness and fatigue. She licked my chest up and down, flicking at my nipples with her tongue. She moved up and our mouths met again. She worked my zipper as we kissed as she slid a hand inside my pants. She grabbed the shaft of my hard dick and began stroking it. She then stood up and slid off her robe revealing her naked body. I couldn't believe what was happening. Julie started sliding my pants down my legs, then completely off. She grabbed the waist band of my boxers and slowly slid them down letting my hard.