They camped where a fall of rocks made a natural barricade. A spring fed pool supplied them with fresh water, and they built a fire of dry sticks agai...st a sheer rock wall. The meat of Elm's prey was dark and gamy, but filling. A few bites of smoked venison rounded off their meal, washed down with water.Some time in the night Elm woke as a hand gripped his shoulder."Hush!" The voice was Furdick's. "Something's out there. Wake the others."In moments the camp was alert. The fire had burned down. He had them kneel on the floor in the living room and told Lana to go check on her aunt and father. He was worried she might not be able to shoot her brother if he tried anything. He on the other hand, would do so in a heart beat.Lana rushed down the stairs into the basement, and Jake heard her calling for her father. A groan answered her and Jake figured the man was still alive. He heard a vehicle pull up out front and then his phone rang in his pocket. Keeping a careful eye on the men he. That short red dress soon got her plenty of attention as I knew it would. A tall, well-muscled black guy danced over to her grinning. She grinned back and moved closer to him, turning her back on me as she did so.My heartbeat picked up pace as they got closer and closer to each other until finally they were touching, their bodies bumping against each other as they danced. My wife's round ass jiggled and shook, the tight red material covering it leaving nothing to the imagination.I took a large. Later, Greta and I got some good kissing in, and even a few instances of wandering hands were recorded as successful. Dad and I dropped her off at the ranch just before dinner, and there was a much more chaste kiss executed on the Porter front porch.True to my prediction, Steve Jackson never finished ahead of me again, and as the season progressed, I pulled further and further ahead of him, to the point that I was beginning to think I might be able to catch Boyd one of these days. The season.