I had travois made for the two horses we weren't riding, and we were carrying our gear on them as we rode home. The journey out had taken 3 days, but ...e made it back in only 1 day, so that proved something to my 3 companions. I hoped that they would become more enthusiastic about horses after they had gotten some experience with proper tack.We made quite an impression as we rode into camp in time for supper. Most people had not understood what we were going to do with the horses after we had. He was a stranger that had taken a corner too fast andslid his car into a concrete post. The car was now hauled up the back of thevehicle and I was headed home to the garage. ?It is her,? I muttered again andpulled over. The woman dragging a rucksack from the side road was definitelyCarol. And there could only be one rucksack in the world like that; mine! Howhad she obtained it? At first I felt only anger that she?d stolen it but then Irealised something was wrong with her. She obviously saw me. My vagina wet. Suckled and massaged. As hands caressed my breast . Feeling myself being eaten. Every inch of me tasted. ‘ I love your innocence’ she moaned. Caressing me deeper in my vagina.opening my legs.. as the finger fuck onto. Deeper...harder.rough. ‘ silence’ ‘ relax. ‘ stroking my vagina slowly..and deeply massaging..licking its entirety. Suckled.licked kisses hot lay on my vagina. Circling my vagina with wet hot lips.licking.kissing slow deep. Stroking between my legs slow. As her. You did a great job. No one will ever recognize him."Helen turned to Art. "Remember to concentrate on your walk — slightly longer steps — and your stance. Try to slump your shoulders a bit." I will."Art stood very self-consciously before the scrutiny of the extended family. His clothes looked very much like those of a local rancher, from the well-used broad-brimmed western hat, to the old-seeming boots, and the "work-faded" jeans. He wore a short, scruffy beard that gave the impression of.