"Okay, Michael, let me show you something I know you've been dying to see."With one smooth motion, Karen lifted her top over her head and threw it asi...e. She unhooked her black lace bra from the front and tossed it on the floor. She then put her hands behind her back thrusting her incredible breasts forward. I was in awe, intoxicated with the pure beauty of her magnificent mounds of flesh that were now no longer just a dream for me. I caressed them softly in my hands savoring the feel of them.. “But what are we going to do about that?” she grinned, pointing at my still erect dick pushing out against my shorts. It had been hard since she came over and was begging for some relief. “It’s only fair, you took care of me” she said, biting her lip. Now there was no way I was turning that one down. Plus I knew after all that had happened, it wouldn’t take long for me to cum.She took my smirk as conformation and pushed me off her and onto my back. Amelia knelt on the carpet by the edge of the. The sun was shining and things were starting to dry out. We didn't have any major creeks to cross today. The little creeks were bank full, but none of then were deeper than the axles on our wagons, so we didn't have any problem with them.The Wagoner boys say we're only a couple of days from St Joseph. I must admit I'm anxious to get there.Sunday, April 9, 1848Ed: Day 21 of the Boston to St Joseph tripIt was a wonderful day for travel, but if it hadn't been for the conversation of the three. Catrina’s outstanding attractiveness, however, was the exact reason Len Chesney had avoided giving her the assignment. He knew Toscano’s taste in women only too well. The architectural heretic liked them elegant, well bred and thoughtfully nurtured, smart and well educated women whose decency he could defile with his contemptible lust. Whenever Chesney thought of men like Andreas Toscano, he could not help think of his own dear daughter, once a celebrated debutante, a bright young woman not.