I don't know how our lives would have turned out if we hadn't made up, I know it would've been hella awkward for the rest of our lives, like dad and h...s sister. Speaking of sisters the image of mine waiting on me in bed popped in my head and I left the backyard and went upstairs to our room, our room, I still like the sound of that. When I walked in the room and closed the door I was greeted by Rita wearing one of my big shirts and her little pink panties, man she could make anything look. I had forgotten it was a button-down, but I finally won the battle and tossed it in the direction of the chair. I unsnapped my bra with mild success, success being gauged by uttering, “Oh, fuck,” only once. I threw it in the same general direction as the blouse. Next, I wiggled out of my jeans, letting them lie in a heap at my feet. Stepping out of them was an achievement I should have gotten a plaque for: “And now presenting to Kathy Jacoby for effort beyond human capability…” I slapped my. By the time we were ready to leave for our land claim we had filled the farm wagon completely and most of the covered wagon. We ended up buying 750 lbs. of flour, 100 lbs. of corn meal, 300 lbs. of bacon, 200 lbs. of sugar, 50 lbs. of coffee, 75 lbs. of dried fruit, 25 lbs. of salt, 3 pounds of baking soda, 10 lbs. of tea, 30 lbs. of rice, and 100 lbs. of beans and various spices and sundries. We also bought 50 hens and 2 roosters for eggs and 4 piglets for meat. We still had 15 of cattle and. She reached over and started rubbing her hand all over my cock. Much to our delight, it had some good size. Her other hand reached out to the back of the seat in front of us and pulled out a little blanket. “Will this help?’ She offered. Without a word I unfolded it and covered us from the neck down. Now that I wasn’t worried about getting seen, it was time to let those melons loose. It was too good to be true, I had both hands full of tits and this broad was liking it. Who would have thought.