” Came the lone response.“I see you don’t carry a spare wheel or a spare spoke.”“We had both the wheel and the spoke, but used them already....�� An older man said.Tom walked to the back of the wagon and looked in, it was loaded but not over loaded. He walked to the other two wagons and looked inside, none were over loaded.“I think I know of a way to help you, it will take some work but we can get you to the next blacksmith shop where you can get help.”“If you are going west then you will find two. Stay on your own side... Don't touch me." It was all Angie could do not to break down there and then. Val in the meantime had grabbed her clothes and thundered out of the bedroom, muttering and grumbling.Angie was about to run after her, throwing the duvet back, but stopped in her tracks, sat naked on the bed, tears rolling down her face, barely able to believe that Val, her best friend, her lover and soul-mate, had just been so nasty. It was most unlike her.What made things worse was there was. But those eyes told me she did; "It has really been so long since David and I ... well you know, and as I said before; you do so very much remind me of him. Alex"Sitting there and feeling her warmth as she closed to me, the gentle touch of her kisses brushing all over my cheeks and then my lips, made me feel quite different towards her.Only a while ago she was simply a friend, okay she was a female friend but I thought never in a month come Sundays would she be interested in anything more than. Even if their folks wouldn’t dream of joining us, you can bet that they’ll keep coming,” Chet said as he reached down and wrapped his powerful fingers around Hilda’s firm right tit.“Mmmmm!” Anna groaned as her son squatted down in front of her and started running his fingers through her juice-soaked beaver.“Ohhh, I told you that you’d get it up again,” Hilda cooed in the other corner as she scooted across the floor on her knees and started.