So, all in all, we averaged just about twenty miles a day on a really good day and far closer to eight miles a day on an average day. On bad days, we ...ould spend the entire day getting the wagons across a single river or out of the mud and progress a measly mile or two from sunup to sundown. Those days were damned frustrating....What follows from here and in the next sections are my trail notes and a little bit of a journal. Where it seems useful I've expanded my notes a little....March 3rd to. If you didn't know, you'd think it was swelling up by magic." Lesa was trying to explain in terms her daughter could understand, but just didn't know how without it being too clinical."Would you mind showing her, Jake?" Lesa asked nervously.Jake took the request squarely between the eyes."Yeah, Jake, go ahead and flash the little girl," Sara Johnson said laughing.Lesa turned to her and admonished, "Be nice! Can you think of an easier or better way of explaining it to her? However, Jake may be. She shoved down his jeans and boxers, his rock hard cock popped into view. Grabbing him by the torn remnants of his shirt she pulled him into, as he grabbed her leg and shoved it up onto the consul, exposing her bare slit. Her was inches from her face and she seized hold of his member. “Hey now,” he said, “You think you just get to use me however you want your highness? Like I’m some sex toy?” She smirked, “Toys don’t talk. Now fuck me.” “As you wish Princess.” He thrust forward, his member. “Someone is expecting an exceptional night I see.”“If only you could come inside my mind and join me.” Dakota had an exceptional power to block one thought and focus on another at the slightest whim. With it, she was almost always happy.I pulled the sheets out as Dakota scooted back, rolling up to her pillows. She slipped under the covers at the same speed as I climbed under them. “Can you hold me, so maybe I’ll dream that he’s holding me nice and tight.”I scooted the front of my body into the.