The wagon train had managed to maintain its schedule because of a mixture of good management by Jed Caruthers, the wagonmaster, and an almost abnormal...run of good luck. Therefore, they reached the Colorado River in early September of 1859. Jed dickered with the Yuma Indians for the use of their ferry. Actually, there was little to dicker about, since this was the only ferry across the river for miles in either direction, up or down. But the Indians enjoyed the dickering part of their. “Yeah!” Andy gasped. “That’s right . . . Shove it in . . . All the way.”She moaned as Bobby slowly pushed the dildo into her pussy, all the way toits balls.“Fuck! That’s good,” Bobby said. “My cock up your hot tight . . . snatch.”It was the first time she’d ever said ‘snatch’ out loud. It feltdeliciously dirty. The probe shifted again as Bobby pulled almost out ofAndy’s pussy, then slid back. ‘I heard something strange about that. You risked a big business deal for a woman? That’s not exactly the Jean-Marie I know.’ he said and his eyes went to Isabelle staring at her phone. ‘She must mean a lot to you.’ Jean-Marie chuckled. ‘You have no idea.’ he said and looked at Isabelle. ‘Isabelle?’ ‘Jean?’ she asked softly. ‘What is it?’ he asked, puzzled at the big smile on her face as she scrolled through the message she had received. ‘May I use the crib?’ ‘The crib?’ he asked, and thought. Before continuing I need to digress a bit to explain my wife. Her role in the group(s) is pivotal to this story and, instead of springing her behavior and personality on you, it is necessary to give you some of her history. She comes from a large Italian-American family with many aunts, uncles and cousins. She is third generation American and uncharacteristically an only child. An only child in a large, yet close and extended family, she is also the youngest of her generation, the only one to.