”I turned and walked a few feet, before realizing they were still staring out at the desert trying to see my vision. I walked inside and got a fire ...tarted in the stove, refilled the wood box, and covered the adobe bricks, wood slats, and the woodpile with canvas covers. I quickly refilled both water buckets with water for cooking and making coffee. When I got back, they had both come in and taken seats at the table. Both were writing things down to talk about after dinner. Closing the shutters. She wasn’t as old as I’d first thought. Perhaps forty. A nice D-cup. Long brown hair. She opened the driver’s seat door to her gray minivan. The car was a metaphor for her life, I could tell. I thought about it for perhaps a quarter of a second and approached her. “Hey,” I said.She was surprised.“Hi…” she responded.“Dennis.” I extended my hand.“Do I know you?”“No.”That got her thinking about whether she should pursue the conversation or not. She didn’t move so I knew she would.“Nadine.”We shook. Slowly and lightly massaging my clit while I watched and delighted in how cute my adorned little pussy looked. My fingers moved about my clit and the ring while I experimented with the varying sensations. Work it a certain way, and I could feel the ring contacting my clit from underneath. It's double the sensation. I tried placing my fingers at different spots about my clit, different angles and motions. In every way, it was simply amazing. My clit feels like its being massaged by two fingers.. ”“Yeah, not going to happen.” They had bought Erin and Randall a dog for Christmas, and it was their job to take care of the dog. There was a sudden finger poking me in the chest.Randy had a habit of poking me and my older brothers when he got mad. I took a step back, knowing it was either going to stop now or things would get worse.“You’re going to get out there and clean all that crap up.”I had tried to avoid any direct conflict with Randy, but I knew I had poked the bear, but not in any.