I’d have to wash the whole set before I could use it tonight. Those were my last thoughts before falling deeply asleep a few seconds later. Damn, ...ut these women were exhausting!>>>>>>I woke up again around ten—9:52, actually. Cara and Sara were still asleep. I woke them by grabbing one of their extremely taut ass cheeks in each hand. They shrieked until they realized where they were and who had grab-assed them. “I think it’s time for that fun shower you promised me.”“You know, John…in. I immediately recognized the offending nostrils as those of a dog. The quivering nose belonged to a now-familiar animal.Gripping my shorts in both hands, I'd just managed to cover my dripping manhood when the owner sashayed through the open door as if she owned the place.Long blonde hair and two muscular tanned thighs bursting out of a tight pair of white designer shorts. Tennis, anyone?But you couldn't play ball in those fancy knee-length cowboy boots. And their owner didn't swing a racket.. When did this happen?”“A week ago, I suppose. News just came in fresh this afternoon. Whole mess of pregnant fillies without any stallions to keep 'em company.” His grin grew. “Said they were a horny, lonely bunch.”Seamus would love that. “Thank you for the information. It was very big.”“So, what choo gonna do for me?”I reached into my pouch and pulled out a gold dupondius. “For the drinks and the information.”His hand shot out, grabbing my arm. “That wasn't what we talked about.”I arched an. Digging his cell-phone from his pocket, he started scrolling through the stored numbers, hoping he had the number for a tow service in there. A quick glance at the top of the little LCD screen showed him the futility of searching for the number, since the signal strength bars were replaced by the letters 'NS' — 'No friggin' Signal!'He almost flung the phone over the cliff into the blackness below, but thought better of it. It was always possible that he could get to a spot where the signal.