"Pete Hinshaw?" the girl asked."Yeah." He squinted at her."Oh, this is going to be fun!" She smiled enticingly. "I'm a free lance writer, Mr. Hinshaw....Uh, can I call you Pete?" Sure." His dark eyes stroked the tops of her thrusting tits."Call me Viv... please. I made some inquiries around here and they told me you were the man to see about running a cattle ranch. I mean, I don't want to run one." She laughed softly. "I just want to write about it. I need some background information." Well, this. So when I was born they fawned over me almost as if I were their own. Whenever my parents needed someone to look after me the three of them were always willing to do it. So close were we that I grewup calling them Aunt Violet, Uncle Earl and Mammy Bortz (Bortz was Beulahs last name). I spent so much time in their house that I just walked in and out anytime I wanted, just as if it was my own home.That fateful summer Violet was 65yrs old. She was about 5'8" with a slim slightly athletic built,. “So try things that are on the edge of your comfort zone. But with a guy you trust to stop. You’ve given blowjobs, right?”“Sure.”“Ever let a guy tit-fuck you and cum on your face? You’re big enough for that.”“Uh, no.”“It’s not all that different from a blowjob,” Peggy said. “See what we mean about finding the edge of your comfort zone?”Melody nodded, “I was tempted to do the kissing. Really tempted.”“But that’s WAY outside your comfort zone,” Peggy said. “I know you pretty well. Maybe kissing. Aaron couldn’t help but notice her discomfort. “You’re cold. I have a blanket you could cover yourself with.” Reaching under his seat, he pulled it out of his bag as he spoke. “Yeah, thanks. I should have brought one I guess.” Kari drew the warm blanket around her shoulders and let it drape over her pretty legs. It seemed natural to her to lean against his hard, strong body. It was late by then, and nobody else on the bus, aside from the driver way up front, seemed to be awake. “Mmm, that’s.