You’re erect.”Mike caressed Eve’s butt for a bit. Then he ran his fingers up and down her crack. Then ... smack.“You feel that, do you, Evie? ...ou know perfectly well I can’t hear you talk like this and have my hands on your body without getting hard.”“I know, Dad. And I’m glad.”“And what part of Dad are you making hard?”“Dad ... seriously?”“Yes, What is it called?”“Your cock, Dad. I’m making your cock hard.”“Thank you. Now, how’s your ass, Little Girl?”“It hurts, Dad. Give me a couple more,. ‘Sally, you know she’s always trouble.’ ‘Sounds like your cousin likes trouble,’ Sally told him with a saucy grin, and then sauntered off to the dance hall where another jukebox was blasting. ‘What’s wrong with Pauline?’ Doug asked as soon as they were alone again. ‘I think you might need to see that for yourself,’ Andy said. ‘I just sure hope you can run fast.’ ‘Those are just the odds I like,’ Doug quipped. ‘I guess so, if you want to mess with Irene,’ Andy said. ‘Trust me, though, don’t do. " Did your offer of penance get you out of the dog house with her?" Yes, except she told me that she wasn't even mad at me after that first day." And, did you believe her when she said that? It doesn't appear to me that the facts support her contention." I'm pretty sure she is no longer mad at me. She asked me to phone her tonight."This conversation was taking place with me about fifteen feet away from Mr. Parsons. We all sat in our usual places. Bea was seated back in the middle of the other. When it became too dark for Pepe to see the track we stopped and made camp. With a fire going, and the aroma of coffee brewing, I relaxed my aching muscles and sore feet. It was obvious now why a horse would have been an encumbrance. Even the sure-footed mule had difficulty on some parts of the track, and I am being generous in calling the torturous path we followed a track.Pepe passed me a blanket, which smelled of mule, an odour only marginally more fragrant than that of goat.“Sleep. We go.