" Grunted the Caravan master. "More than I can feed, it seems at times." He continued discouragingly."Then you need me, I will provide meat for everyo...e as we travel." Said John with confidence."So you know the route we take?" The Caravan master challenged suspiciously."It matters not, the fates have given me a charmed bow that never misses, and which points out the nearest game." John bragged. He knew it was risky putting the credit on his bow, but he could always say the spell was broken if. Had anyone asked her where Bob was, she couldn’t have said. All her attention was on the horse. Her analytical engineer’s mind centered on Bob’s comment about a rhythm and she identified the two beat pattern to the horse’s movements. It took her a while, but she finally figured out how to flex her knees in time with the horse’s gait so that she didn’t bounce so much. Her butt felt sore and she could feel the tension in her abdomen and thighs as her legs got a workout. It felt like all day, but. I walked Lucy out to the car and drove her two doors down to her house. She was having trouble walking. We walked to her door and went in. I helped her up the stairs to her room. ‘Can you unzip my dress?’ She asked. I did that and she told wait for her she would be right back and she went into the bathroom. She came out almost immediately, buck naked! Now I stood there staring, Lucy is not a hottie, I mean she is five foot four, not fat. nice tits and ass. Dirty blonde hair and little pooch on. I really wanted that drink so I stepped outside and grabbed an icy beer from the bucket of ice and returned to see that they three of them continued how I'd originally found them. The only difference was that Riley was now facing Terry while she rode Jeanne's face. I couldn't help but wonder if Riley had done so to watch Terry fuck his wife or perhaps Jeanne wasn't just licking Riley's pussy anymore. I decided that it really didn't matter and figured after a few sips of my cold beer that it was.