Wha...what?” I asked.“Well, what do you think?”“The..the..they’re o..o..ok”She grinned and grabbed my hand pulling it to her bush. She mov...d it around and leaned back on the bed. She pulled my hand again and my legs were now touching her knees. She let my hand go and I started to move back.“No you don’t” she said “rub me!” She grabbed my hand again.I cautiously rubbed her wiry bush. She must have been getting excited and the musky smell was getting stronger. Then it got a little sloppy with. Talking about young men; 4 groups of them came and sat near me for a while at different times, usually between me and the sea so that they could get a good look at my pussy. I ignored them and I was very cold towards 2 of them who tried to talk to me.Eventually, the alarm on my phone went off to tell me that it was time to pack up and leave. I turned the egg down to slow simmer and collected my things together. As I walked back along through the clothes area I tried to count how many times that. He wore a plaid shirt and dingy white shorts over brown socks and sandals, and held a can of cheap beer. ‘Howdy, Dan,’ he growled sloppily. ‘Hello, Alan,’ Dan said calmly. ‘How’s it goin’?’ Alan swayed slightly, his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks red. ‘Okay, a’guess. You workin’ on thet lil girl’s trailer?’ ‘Yeah. Washin’ machine gave out. Gonna git a part from town.’ ‘She’s purty. Ah lahk it when she mows th’ yard wearin’ her boob toob.’ ‘Yeah. Kinda like the PX girl we knew in Germany.’. You’re welcome to if you’re of a mind.”“So then, are you interested in purchasing what I don’t keep?” Clint asked.“Yes, Sir. Glad to help, iff’n I can. I take it that you’ll be keeping the black stallion and the roan mare?”“Why, yes? How did you know?” Clint replied with a chuckle.“It was no hard choice. I spied them animals and stepped over to take a gander at them when the hubbub died down out there. Them two are the better of the choices, but I’d change the roan out as soon as I am able. I.