Now it was my turn to take this one step further.With my teenage cock now hard as a rock again, my first thought was to enter her room and fuck her si...ly but instead, I chickened out and ran to my room. I jerked off again thinking of my lovely sister Allison. I was picturing Allison's long tanned legs, her hands covering her sweet pussy playing with herself, when suddenly the car shook snapping me out of my deep sexual thoughts.I heard dad complaining about something with the car as we coasted. Sleeping in the open was no stranger to men used to transporting large herds of cattle and horses over long distrances and when Night fell they were eating meagre rations of bully bacon, beans and bread washed down with bitter coffee. After eating they sat in their bed rolls while Turk Benson played a sad tune on his harmonica and Stan Collins sang in a pleasant tenor a sad Irish melody dedicated to lost love. They then tried to outdo each other with scared what they claimed to be true ghost. Especially my father's. Anyway, I knew pretty clearly that this was the place I would one day lose my own cherry, just as Tammy had. If only Andy would wait until I was ready.(Come to think about it, though, Emily's parents probably lost their cherries up here too, at least her mother. This is a tight little city, under 100,000, where people are born, grow up, lose their cherries, get married, and stay until they die. They're even buried inside the city limits.)Tammy had told me all about. You're going to have to un-learn a lot of stuff you know, and learn a new way."Next Easter, we're going to a horse show. Some of you are going to compete, and all of you are going to do a demonstration of horse handling that's going to be tough for you and something most of the people who'll be watching couldn't do if they tried. I'm going to work your asses off all winter. By Easter, you're going to be the best western riders east of the Rockies. This was all in what we sent to you and your.