I’d left my bra at home, figuring car people are guys and guys are boob people. It’s one of the Tricks of the Trade. Page 256, you can look it up ... use your boobs to get their attention.Blue Bermuda shorts that came pretty close to matching my eyes. Sleeveless top, bare midriff, white. Hey, if you got ‘em, flaunt ‘em. Plus, for some reason I was feeling pretty frisky this morning.My cover story - I thought I’d seen an old family friend out here racing a while back. Had to leave before the race. He bet no one from the train had made their way down to see if anybody was alive. They all begrudged us a place on the train. They were all Mormon and we were Shanty Irish and we were the last in line and a ways back also.Dad had made a baby carrier that could be strapped on your chest he got the idea from and Indian at one of the villages they had passed. Sean tried to salvage what he could. Both horses were dead as was Ma and Pa, Grandpa. lasted about two hours after I found him. Before he. "Seconds went by. I felt the cheeks of my ass being spread and then I felt a tongue tickling my hole. I pressed Ronnie's cock further. Her hands pushed my head. My ass hole tingled with the licking, followed by a finger and I managed to once again get Ronnie's mushroom head past my tonsils and in to my throat. The finger massaged my prostate. Ronnie had both of her hands against my throat feeling it bulge and contract as her cock moved in and out. She began to groan in pleasure.......Now, I. His hands roaming my chest, going down my belly to the edge of my pants over and over again. My moans getting louder and louder.I feel him start to unbutton my pants and his hand slips inside them. His fingers reaching out to rub my clit. Holding my breath as his fingers finally touch me. My pussy aching to be filled up. Knowing he will drag it out as long as he wants. His fingers caressing my clit, not pressing how I like. I moan in disappointment.He whispers in my ear, "take them, off baby.