" her voice trailed off, she lifted my chin, kissing me softly. I knew what she wanted, but I just wasn't feeling it. "I should get you home," I b...urted. She looked me over, clearly surprised by my outburst. "Okay," she said, rising from the grass. I practically had to race her back to the car. "Day, come on, don't be like that. I'm not brushing you off--" "I get it, you don't want to tell me everything, its fine. Let's go." She got in the car, looked straight ahead, I could tell she was. He turned toward her, so he wound up half lying on Jenny, one leg over hers, his respectable root on her thigh where she could detect a hint of pre-cum which dampen her bare skin. Why shouldn't he be like his father in that respect, she thought to herself, for that matter as horny outdoors as both his parents, truth be told? It came to her she was horny now too. The seaside paradise, the hidden haven of a little heaven on earth beside the sea was ideal for temptation. That is why so much had. The lift stopped at the next floor. The doors opened and two attractive looking women stepped in. One was blond with fair skin and the other had very dark hair with matching features. I guessed in their mid 20s and very striking. They were both giggling and flashed friendly smiles in my direction. I smiled my best smile back. There were dressed for an evening on the town. Both had short hot pants showing off a little cheek and long shapely legs down to come fuck me high heels. Not leaving much. Late in the morning of the fourth day they made their first river crossing. Rolly had the men strip naked, put their clothes into oilskin bags, and hold onto their saddles to let the horses swim them across.They stopped long enough on the other side to dry and oil their gear, get dressed, and check the wagons. The interior of the high sided chuck wagons had been caulked and lined with canvas impregnated with bee's wax. It was the best thing Rolly could think of in an attempt to make a water.