I listened, completely captivated to this young mother-to-be, as she told me her story. I don't know why, but something about her struck a chord in me...She was cute and bubbly and I could see why Tim had fallen for and married her. She wore her mid-back length blonde hair loose, like a blonde waterfall cascading over her shoulders, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle and dance when she smiled. Her nose was slightly upturned and rested over a full pair of soft, very kissable lips. Her body frame. ”He leaned closer. “Your market isn't fulfilling your needs. Your delicious cobbler needs.”“It keeps me satisfied.”“Is satisfaction all that you are searching for?”I looked up into his dark eyes. “Sometimes I like surprises.”He leaned in further. “I could deliver both.” Losing his footing, he stumbled over the hinges. “My store could. We transport groceries anywhere within city limits.”I took hold of his arms to help him straighten up. I could feel his toned biceps through his long sleeved polo. She had them cheering for more when the music changed. The second song was more sultry, so was Rachel, she gave them a peak at her pussy then revealed it fully as she squatted front and center spreading her legs to show her smooth, clearly dripping wet cunt to one and all. She wet her middle finger and slowly plunged it into her pink hole, the boys all groaned as they envisioned their cocks sinking into her depths. Pulling her finger out just as slowly she put it into her mouth and sucked. The county bookmobile stopped by every other week. It was a lifeline. Scott would haul the ranchers' books back and forth from the bunkhouses to meet the bookmobile out at the road. It wasn't for altruistic reasons. You were limited in the number of books that you could request. Bookmobile volunteers would remark for years about how well read the boys out at Broken Creek were thanks to some very creative request forms.The ranch had a large collection of vinyl albums. The Rewcastles didn't.