I rushed over to Carlie and gave her a long hug. Her aroma filled me with love."I'm sorry I was weird," I said, finally relaxing my arms. "I just, I d...n't know what you... I feel confused, Carlie. And stupid."She leaned back from my embrace so she could see me. She spent a long time just looking into my eyes, reading my face. It seemed like she instantly knew everything that was going on inside me, almost like she'd seen it before somewhere."It's okay, hon," she said, gently brushing some hair. Not to be out done, she decided she had to do something just as impressive. She stepped out of the sauna and went to the bathroom.She returned with a piece of toilet paper hanging from her rear end.The others raised their eyebrows and stared at her.The older woman finally said..."Well, look at that ... I'm getting a fax!"This one is compliments of DomThis from a poster I came across. I had to hold down the laughter because I was around polite company."I am sick and tired of answering questions. He tried to put the pieces together in his mind as they sat drinking coffee. Those six riders had to come back to the stagecoach after taking the horses to Hargrove’s land, then, for whatever reason, they rode south. Not together at first, but they did meet later.The next morning, they were on the trail of the six horses, as soon as they had light to see the tracks.“How’d you ever learn to track like this? I’ve seen you pick out a saddle horse from a workhorse. Then you pointed out that two. My husband, Frank, didn’t have a job, so that was a potential problem. But he had announced that he planned to spend the whole day at his brother’s rural cabin, getting drunk. He wouldn’t be home until very late that night. That was fine by me. That would give me hours and hours to have my Eric fuck me deep and hard, over and over and over again! What mature, sexually healthy woman wouldn’t want to spend an entire day like that? While November 28 couldn’t and didn’t rival our seven-hour sex.