Besides, it would be more like we really were on the Oregon Trail a hundred and fifty years ago." Girl, you've got more spunk than anyone is entitled ...o. I'm glad you're going on this trip with me."Sam didn't answer, but her eyes were sparkling.The first place we went the next day was the place where Jim said he got his hiking boots. We went in and sat down to talk with a salesman. The first question he asked was where we were going to be hiking and during what time period.I told him to figure. Sylvia terribly upset by something, her brown eyes wide, her full lips quivering."My God, Sylvia!" she exclaimed. "What's wrong?" I...I..." Sylvia stammered. "You better sit down, Helen."Her best friend indicated the couch. Helen obliged her."Here. I made you a drink," said Sylvia, indicating two tumblers of rum and coke on the coffee table."I'd better not, Sylvia," Helen told her. "Kyle is home from college and he's got a bunch of friends coming over. I don't want him smelling booze on my. You laugh at my efforts. My face burns with humiliation but you do not care as you firmly grip my thighs, spreading them, the gown riding up higher to expose my white granny panties. You laugh to find me in it. "How cute! You really are a good, sweet girl, eh? But I'm not so sure about how decent you are. I can see that small wet spot forming on your panties. My, my..." I blush profusely. I have no idea why I'm so turned on. Despite knowing you could and will hurt me, I feel my body relaxing. 100/- and said, can you get a beer for me and he can buy his brand, plus if he can arrange some chicken or mutton and some vegetables. Initially, he expressed hesitancy to accept but then took the money and left. The women was still looking at me while the k**s were pointing at me and giggling. Since I was drenched, I moved to a corner of the hut and then opened my bag, took out my towel, a short and a t-shirt. I scrubbed my hair and body, wrapped the towel around me and removed my wet clothes..