I’m sorry, but c’mon. There was just no way I wasn’t going to-. Can you blame me at all? These must be the nicest tits in three counties! I can�...�t just look and not touch a little. That’s not fair!’ Fair. Rachel sighed at his gibberish but she didn’t object. What was the use, she thought? So she was letting the boy have a little fun. The girls were already out and shaking right in front of his face. What was the difference? She sat back into the seat and allowed the groping to continue. It. A Mercedes SL or a Porsche 911 would have been ideal, of course, but if a humble Audi A5 was all that was available you had to compensate for it with a dash of panache; which meant that it had to be startlingly white, the top must be down, and the driver must have blonde hair streaming in the wind and wearing only a white off-the-shoulder lace crop top and tiny denim shorts that clung to her toned bum like painted skin.She powered the Audi through the last hairpin turn into a long straight. ”“Okay then!”I walked back to my room to see Jeremy in under the covers, waiting for me with a shy grin on his face.“You ain’t wasting no time, are you?” I said, smiling back at him. I closed the door and took off my shorts, leaving me naked. I jumped in bed and got under the covers. Jeremy approached me and started kissing me, running his hands down my back until he arrived at my ass cheek. He squeezed it a little, and pulled me to him, deepening the kiss. I lifted my right foot and wrapped it. The bandits rode off, an' the foreman rode back toward the ranch house carryin' the strongbox.Stayin' out of sight wuzn't as easy as I had hoped, once we got ta the ranch house. Me, John, an' George dismounted in some trees an' left Jim ta mind the hosses. He wuz ta bring 'em in a hurry ifen we ran inta trouble.We snuck up ta the house an' looked through a window. We couldn't see nothin', so we moved from window ta window 'til we found sumpthin' worth lookin' at, an' I don't mean Miz..