We repeated the process, and after another half hour, we had two logs on the wagon. We strapped them down, ensuring that they would not roll around or...fall out. Next, we collected the ramp pieces and placed them between the logs.Once that was taken care of, we locked up the back of the wagon and made our way back to town. Due to the weight we made it a slow trek, that way the horses would not be tired too quickly.The look on the guards’ faces on our return was priceless, I do not think they had. "George, where the fuck you been, and why ya hollerin in my fuckin ear, I've bin sittin here for over an hour what the fuck is goin on"George lowering his voice "Whow, chill, I've been tryin to convience her to come see ya, Dammitt Jaun I don't need this shit. This ain't even my idea, but I've got her talked into it, so cut me some slack, bro" Ok, OK, OK, Shit I'm just fuckin worried is all, shit I was afraid you'd been arrested or smothin, so every thin worked out, let's see, have her come. The day before at the mall she'd nodded toward a guy sprawled out near a fountain. He was wearing jogging shorts that were pulled up into his crotch, outlining an impressive bulge. "Is that all cock," she asked, "or do you think he's got huge balls?"The girl Jean had pointed out to me was bending over a nearby table, cleaning the glass top. I was peripherally aware that she was wearing a loose tank top, but what captured my interest was the shorts. They were white, very short and very tight. My deflating cock dropped out of her sloppy cunt, resting in the wetness that she had deposited on the desktop, floppy end of the condom pulled away a good two inches and filled with a large dose of my milky semen.“Whoa, shit,” I exclaimed as I backed away, laughing. “I don't know who squirted more, me or you.”“Eww, is this all mine?” She hopped down from the desk and ran her fingers through the wetness she had left behind.“Mine is all in here.” I grabbed my dick at the root to hold the condom.