“No, not really.” I smiled, trying my best not to look timid, and, to some reason unknown to me, I made sure to sashay a little, just enough to be...noticeable. I turned at the arch, and glanced back at him, pointing down the hall. “Bathroom?” He nodded. “First door on the left.” I peeled the dress from my skin, and shook my hair free of some of the water. My breasts bounced with each movement, and I couldn’t help but massage one with my hand. I hadn’t worn a bra as it was unnecessary with that. .. but it's wrong Colleen," Michaela tried to tell her daughter."But, if it feels good, how can it be wrong, Ma?" Colleen looked at Dr. Mike questioningly.Dr. Mike was at a lost for words to answer that question. For she starting to feel excited herself from the nurturing that her young daughter was applying to her breast. Her breathing was starting to come in short gasping breaths that she could not control by herself.The eroticism of what was happening was a new feeling for Michaela Quinn.. My strong hands gently caressed her back, soothing her, while I allowed her brain to rest from the overload.Kelly had finally given in to my takeover of dominance, she lay limply on top of me as my hands did their magic up and down her back. Now my suckling on her clitty was dead still, she thought the ride was over.My nails dug into the tender flesh of her back and I raked her with both hands from shoulders to buttocks, leaving my mark on her. She arched her back, and came for me once again.. The shirt fit fine but Johnny cut off the fringe along the arms and across the chest and back. Damn fringe just gets in your way, he said to himself. He continued to wear the western boots instead of moccasins. Moccasins were fine when he just rode along easy but he had better than 1200 miles to travel and there’d be some hard riding along the way. Johnny didn’t want to figure his trip in miles but in the number of days it would take. Johnny felt he had made a little over 30 miles the first.