In truth, I nearly ran her over. It was certainly NOT your classic boy-meets-girl situation. I was driving through the Nicolet Forest in the middle of...the night. The setting was eerily similar to my present state-of-affairs. Except it was only raining hard, not the Apocalypse.Mavis thought the year was 1946. So, naturally I took her to have her head examined. The local Doc certified that her belfry was totally bat-free, and she DID seem to know things that would make the local historical. He also kissed me on my shoulders and neck continuously, as he fucked my arse.Our get-togethers never lasted too long, and in my head, I always imagined that he was a closeted guy who still lived with his parents.After another splendid interaction, Nameless got on his way.As I dawdled in the cubicle, slowly getting dressed, the minimal light emanating from the glory-hole aperture went dark as a magnificent uncut dick slithered through the opening. Having forgone Nameless’ offer to suck my dick,. Then in one swift, flowing movement she had mounted her steed again and was looking down at me, beaming. I asked her if she was okay, and she patted her body armour proudly. I guessed she had fallen off. As I let go of the bridle her horse started to walk slowly home and the flank and Emily’s leg brushed past me. Her boot and stirrup dug into my stomach. “Sorry!” she squeaked apologetically. And then she was gone. It seemed the horse was leading the rider.I went back to the house for lunch.Time. "Thanks Jeff, I didn't do much but it is fun to see lots of this stuff." It's fun for me too. There is a story about every place we go and it is important to find what it is."When I was driven home, I invited Mr Cochrane inside to look at the maps better. I introduced him to the family and asked him to stay for supper considering that ours was almost ready.The map was laid out on the table now with better light. I said, "I am thinking of developing this bay as a waterfront area. That.