There weren’t many folks going his way and just a few going the other way.Clete overtook and rode alongside a double freight wagon like the one he s...w back in Kansas City the day he got there. He looked ahead and saw another freight wagon just like it, both loaded with lumber and building materials and pulled by a ten mule hitches.“Where you folks headed,” he asked the young boy handling the mules like he had done it for years.“We’re headed to Wichita, where you headed?” he said.‘Damn if this. "Thank God," he thought. He washed his face and looked in the mirror. How had this happened? He still didn't know, still didn't understand. And where the hell was the REAL Veronica? He didn't have any answers. But he felt very different now than before. It was like... he LIKED being Veronica. "No," he whispered, "it's like I WANT to be Veronica. Want it more than anything." He smiled. He tossed his hair. He stuck out his hip. "God," he thought, "I am one hot mama." He looked towards the. I felt her hand on my ass as she slid it down even between my legs and she felt my wetness. She spanked me like David and told me I would begin submitting to her as well as David. “Yes mam.”“I want you to suck each of my tits and make them perky.”I went right to it and got them hard and her breathing a bit heavier. “Now I am going to lay back here and spread myself open and I want that tongue of yours to make me cum and then I want you suck out my cum.”I crawled between her legs and did play. “Uhmmm, ohhh, uhmmm! Ohh, Godddd! Uhmmm, ohhh, uhmm! Eat me! Ohh, Godddd! Uhmm, ohhh, uhmmm! Eat me!” Since her father was so close, Vic wanted her to keep quiet, but how could he stop her from letting it all out. He couldn’t, so he didn’t even try. All he could do was hope and pray their parents didn’t hear his stepsister’s sounds of passion screaming through the bedroom wall. A few minutes later, that same wall was put to the ultimate test. “I'm . . . I'm . . . cum . . . cumming!”.