Seeing me, I could almost see their hopes fading. I had my guardian scan all three of them for me, giving specific instructions for what I was looking...to find out. Within a minute I had my answers.Their original plan had been to make a deal to get the money for the first five wells, and then they had some hope to be able to use their income stream from the first five, to finance the drilling on the next five. Once they had ten producing wells, it would be easy to borrow the money to drill the. Yes they did. I felt like one of her just graduated high school friends. Yes I did. She was about to put my hand on her boob. Wearing a bra, I felt it, but before I knew it I wasn’t feeling a bra any longer. I felt her tit, a magnificent lumped softness, created by the man above, and given to me by way of my second cousin so that I could be given a chance or two to feel her boobs. As often as she wanted me to feel them, my hand roamed around that incredible spongy sphere she calls her breast. Better than with the other prop. I glanced down at her. She was grinning. I laughed. ‘You like this don’t you?’ She nodded and hugged my arm tighter. I pulled back on the power a little. She relaxed a bit. I slowed even more and told her to take the wheel. Her eyes got wide. ‘Go ahead girl, I won’t let you hurt us.’ She tentatively held the wheel and I let go of it. Nothing happened. I told her to turn the wheel just a tiny bit to the right. She grinned when the boat turned. I told her to. Into the clearing came two men carrying between them a canvas litter like the ones used for wilderness rescue when someone has broken a leg and needs to be carried out to safety. Strapped to the litter was a girl of about eighteen with long brown wavy hair and dressed in a navy blue track suit. She was asleep, or unconscious, hard to say which. She certainly was not moving, eyes closed, but I heard the occasional moan so I knew she was alive.“Let’s get her inside and stripped,” one said. “I.