” She put one hand behind my head and pulled my face down to hers. She kissed me softly on the lips with her other hand sliding up the inside of...my thigh. I turned toward her and put more intensity into my kiss, while putting my hand on her thigh and slowly dragging her skirt up. When I turned toward her it allowed her hand to slide further up my thigh until it came into contact with my balls. She stopped there, the inside of her hand on my uppermost thigh, and the back of her fingers. Frequently, if Matt’s busy, I find one of the other girls and we go off by ourselves.”“Your mother is okay with that?” Aimee asked incredulously.“Sure, I learned about sex from someone who was as interested in making sure I enjoyed it as he was in enjoying himself. He took his time and let me set the pace. She said it’s a hell of a lot better and safer than learning in the back seat of a car from a guy who’s only interested in getting off and who will brag to his friends the next day. When I. I stopped and took a good first look at our enemy’s warriors. One sentry was a teenage boy, not yet fully mature. The other was also young—a girl with a ponytail and developing breasts. They were dressed in simple woven cloths, the boy wearing pants and a loose shirt, the girl wearing a skirt and bra. Both were armed with spears—an odd choice for a sentry. It seemed then that sentry duty was for the weak and inexperienced and was intended to ward off wild beasts, not trained killers.It. I decided to swing toward Mexico before turning west.As usual, I was not in any hurry, so I kept to my practice of spending a little time in every large saloon I came to, fishing for information. This is where I heard the warnings about Mexican bandit raids. I didn't pay much attention since Mexican bandits would not be on a wanted poster. I did hear about some horse thieves who were wanted locally, though; the ranchers' association had put up their own $100 reward.I decided that $100 was $100.