They had effectively been living with them for the last three weeks. The girls had put them in that wagon not willing to share theirs. Don had heard e...ough noises from the wagon to suggest none of them had been abstaining from sex as he, Zan and the girls had.The guys took the girls hands, and Don said he would pay the girls as work hands to their delight. Don had told the herders they could do whatever they wanted with the gear, he didn’t want, and the girls also agreed. The herders chose what. Most couples get married, build a life together, and then have kids. By the time they have kids, they’ve already got a secure job, and have gotten a handle on their expenses. They’ve got their bills under control, and now they have to buckle down and scrimp and save because there’s a baby on the way. It’s not that way when you’re twenty, married, and already have a child in school. There are a lot of expenses, and you’re still at the bottom of the food chain trying to fight your way up. It’s a. I wondered what Stephanie had in her drawers... I've always been a nosy little bitch. I looked at the single bed and saw that the sheets were all rumpled; I lay down on it and inhaled deeply. I could smell Stephie's perfume and her delicious, musky sweat; I wondered how often she fucked on this bed. And I couldn't help but wonder how many women she fucked. Obviously a few... she'd eaten me too well to be inexperienced. My pussy tingled as I thought about Stephanie spread out on the bed with. We agreed that 9 o'clock was pretty late for dinner, so we had both already eaten. I walked in the front door and was greeted by dim lighting and soft music on the stereo. With the way the house is set up, I could see from the front door that there were torches lit on the patio out back. Since Jeanne did not appear to be in the house, I went to look outside.As soon as I walked out the back door, she grabbed me from behind. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart!” she murmured in my ear. “Come see the.