The next weekend she appeared again. This time accompanied by a large dog. It wasn’t on a leash but seemed well behaved. Again, the rumours started....Who was she? Where did she come from?Randle (Randy) Carter was a lumberjack and head of his crew. He was a big drinker and liked to throw his weight around. Most thought of him as a thug although no-one who say it out loud for fear of getting a fat lip. Basically the other guys in town, including the town policeman, just put up with his crap. That. I looked at my wife and saw her starring, eyes-wide, at the scene before us. She watched fascinated and neither of us could tear ourselves away from the scene. We watched like that for a while before we slipped away for a cold drink giving us some time so that we wouldn’t cause Heather any embarrassment. When we returned we acted like we just got there and even made up a story about getting lost. Her sister greeted us warmly as we carried our luggage in and unpacked. Jeannie and Heather. In fact, all sorts whereas her local pub was restricted to people who lived nearby but there was always an element of violence lurking whether from somebody who had drunk too much or from young men out to prove themselves. She revelled in the atmosphere and, more importantly, relaxed.She also marvelled at Richard. That he would do this for her! Risking his reputation too by taking her out in public, not that it appeared that anyone recognised him. But that was the least of it. His kindness and. I walked over to his stall and saw his wet, muscular and gorgeous naked body. He handed me the loofah and I began washing him. As I was scrubbing I glanced over and saw his erect cock, It was now or never. I played dumb said with a cute voice" there all done, can I please help you with this too tyler" with pouty lips I reached over and grabbed his cock and began stroking it softly. He responded "ahh yes baby, please". My little limp clitty now gushing precum from the excitement. I kneeled down.