Her head popped up ... it was Lisa, naked.“Hi honey, surprised?” she said.“Yeah, Cassie is coming downstairs to swim, after we do that, she want... me to take her out somewhere. God, you’re beautiful. If Cassie weren’t around, I’d ... love to show you a good time. You would never forget it; I promise.”“I’ve been thinking about you Richard. I may just have to take you up on your offer, one of these days.” She gave me a superb kiss on the lips and walked out of the pool, ostensibly to lie out in. I, like all the passengers, was allowed to bring along 25 pounds of luggage, two blankets and a canteen. The station stops were hurried affairs where passengers could grab a quick bite to eat. The menu was usually bread, coffee, cured meat and the frontier staple, beans. The Butterfield Overland Stage Route – named for the owner and founder, John Butterfield, ran from San Francisco to St. Louis, skirting the Rocky Mountains via a southern route from San Francisco to Los Angeles, across. Meaning you were about five at the time. Which, depending how you did in Math, tells you that I am thirty two, much too old for a sweet young thing like you.’ Despite herself Dusti giggled. ‘You never know, I might like older men.’ ‘Do you?’ ‘I have no idea. I know the boys back home totally bore me, and beyond them, that’s as far as I am willing to say.’ She couldn’t believe she was talking to him this way. Never did she talk so much to anyone, let alone a man she had just met. Maybe it was. I went for the full set and slipped my little finger in too, this was when gran give a grunt but kissed me all the harder. Gran turned her head and broke the kiss and started to pant fast“Ohh yesssssssssssssss Tom” gran moaned, “Make me come”Her cunt got wetter the more I increased the speed and it wasn’t long before gran was on the verge of coming“Arrrrrrrrr yeeeeesssssssssss Tom, keep going Tom”Gran grunted and nipped her legs together as I felt a sudden dampness come from within and on to my.