I’m guessing she should still eat more, and I hope she will eat more with time, but when she does she’ll also be so active and energetic the extra...calories will turn not into fat but into energy and action, and maybe too healthy modest bit of body fat everybody should have. And that’s how a bright soul leads to a firm shapely leg.Well, DNA has certainly been kind to her. Good cheekbones, great smile, great eyes, just enough ‘strangeness in the proportion’ of fingers and legs to be strikingly. Robert’s hands hold firm on her ass, gripping and digging into the soft flesh. His tongue licks around her hole. The man licks and laps, eyes closed and savoring her. He explores as deep as he can into her tightness. His lips clamp to her snatch and her hips buck wildly. The girl pushes back against him, needing him deeper. Robert’s face buries happily between her pale legs. She pulls at his hair, making only mewling sounds as she ride his tongue to orgasm.Then her cunt juicily squirts onto his. You could see the faint glint of equipment in racks all around. You stood up, pulling my hand. You were in your soft little nighty. The sight of you, in the dim light was alluring. As you pulled me toward the door, I slipped my arm around your waist. We moved to the door but something caught your eye. It was a display case hanging on the wall. Three flutes inside the glass. ‘Oh, Daddy! My God! Silver, gold, and…’ ‘Platinum, darling.’ ‘May I play them tomorrow? ‘You play? I had no idea.’ ‘I used. You've said the radios and rifles are busted. We really need to get back up to the road if we can. I'm concerned that the horses' bodies will draw some unwelcome guests and would like a better sight area for our pistols. When you feel like it, try to hobble up to the road. I think you'll have a better shot over there." He nodded his head to my right. "Take a rope with you and make a walking stick."I did and I did. Walking along the right‑of‑way, I came to a spot that was low enough that I could.