Is it another type of cow?" asked Suzan even more puzzled.Dusty laughed lightly."No in my world it's a person in charge of making sure cows end up fro... one place to the next. Men are cowboys and women are cowgirls," said Dusty smiling.As he smiled Suzan shyly smiled back.Dusty felt his heart racing as she smiled back at him, but in a good way this time. At least this time he wasn't putting his foot in his mouth. But seeing her smile made this trip all worth it. He never knew how much he missed. I really think we ought to make a call to the folks at the Guinness Book of World Records.”Rose was too busy laughing to make a comment.Donny said. “We are sleeping on the ground.”“There are liable to be animals around here,” Pepper said looking around frantically.He really didn’t like the idea of being around wild animals. He was pretty sure that all wild animals attacked people.Rose said, “We are in the wilderness. I can guarantee you that there are animals around here.”Worried, Pepper asked,. I moaned softly, wanting nothing more than to drift back into darkness. Those hands were strong, kneading my shoulders, then my neck and down my back, warming me. I felt strangely groggy, asking whose hands were on my back…I noticed my arms were stretched above my head, firmly bound to the bedposts. Pinned down on my stomach, I could not even turn my head.I tried to sit up, but a heavy hand on the small of my back kept me down. The deep voice whispered in my ear I should enjoy the moment,. Her experience with the Indians was that they carefully stayed away from rear door sex because of some superstition about posterior loving that came from so long ago nobody remembered where it came from. She had always been a bit partial to it because it made her feel like she was being bad and that gave her an edge over the males that seemed to find it desirable enough to beg her to grant them her anal favors for extra food or gifts to make her more receptive to their advances.She remembered.