”“Uh huh,” I said. “I’d come in with Stuffy Bear, and we’d all three sleep together.”“You know, that’s why you never had that little...brother you wanted,” he said.“I’m serious,” I said. “Why can’t we do this again?”“You know why, honey. You’re a young woman now. It wouldn’t be right.”“We don’t have to tell anybody.”“No,” he said, “we don’t.”And he kissed me on the top of my head. And I kissed him on the cheek. And he ran his hand down my back. And I picked at the flannel that covered his chest.. " I was thinking about that myself," I grinned. "It seems to me like we only need a couple of men in the front, a couple in the back, and a couple on each side." Yeah, that'd be eight men. We've got Billy, Zeb, Jeb, Jud, Stu, and Rawhide who are with the cattle every day. That only leaves two places to cover. Then we have eleven wagons to be driven. Jason should learn to drive one of them so he's of some use to us." Okay, that still leaves ten men plus a cook. What if we had trouble with the. As Janet re-read the narrative about her MILF friend’s solution for not having the money to pay her young neighbor for mowing her lawn, Janet’s hand slid back down towards her tingling pussy. Only this time there were no encroaching footsteps there to stop her.Her trembling fingers entered her wet, warm cunt, moving in and out with each sentence of the story. Just as Janet was halfway through the scene where the young stud bends his MILF neighbor over her kitchen table to get his “compensation”. My guess is that the driver is trying to find someone's house and is having trouble finding it.I ignore it, and keep walking. Then the next thing I know, there the car is next to me, and the doors open, and I am grabbed.I scream as a hand claps over my mouth, and pulls me into the car. I am blindfolded and an arm holds me still, with the hand still over my mouth. I hear an engine roar, and my guess would be that the car is speeding along.I was wrong. That car that I thought had been looking for.