Stephie was a sexy brunette; she normally wore stone-washed jeans to college. She looked good in them, because they fitted her slim hips and buttocks ...s though she had been poured into them. The tops she wore were usually tight enough to show every detail of her bust and frequently she deliberately omitted to wear a bra. She had beautiful brown eyes, her hair was long, and parted in the middle of her head and flared down to her shoulders. She had beautiful features an angelic face and pouty. "Come on slow poke. Get those pants off."I hadn't realized how serious she was until this moment.Julie's naked body was fabulous. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical and hung just slightly under their weight. Her legs were long and her stomach flat. Her husband was an asshole for sure to have given this up. When Julie slid her panties down and her shaved pussy came into view I thought I would faint, She was perfect.I was standing facing my sister in only my boxers with a tent pole sticking. The three sets of tracks came from Noonan’s barn going south. When the other two horses came back north, they’d been ridden hard, on toward the north.Eli rode north, he knew he should be coming into Kansas, but had no way of knowing for sure. He followed the tracks on the wide trail where hundreds of cattle had been driven recently. The fresh horses’ tracks were easy to follow, they were the last made through here and they were running fast, kicking up dirt.When the trail came to an east-west. "Fuck," I thought. I tried to keep my expression positive as we all climbed into cars and headed to the club. I didn't even want to go. Who wants to go to bar with their parents? The club was one of those places "cleverly" called The Library. Somewhat of a dive bar, big dance floor. Lots of semi-drunken girls. Lots of fully horny guys. The girls seemed to be there for the dancing. The guys pursuing their common delusion of getting laid. Once at the club I wasted little time in having a few.