Or if you have a weak stomach ... really, you probably just shouldn’t read this.The cabin is a good distance from the main road, perhaps six or seve... miles. The tree line is dense enough to shield any would be prying eyes. Last night I narrowed my search down to a five mile radius within French Creek State Park. It’s quiet, isolated, and visibly guarded from any fire towers. Understandable why a hunter like him would choose such a location. I knock three times, patiently waiting. The cabin is. However, I soon realized that I better ignore that contact, as my lower body didn’t care if my head was gashed and hurting. It simply started to respond to Lynette’s wonderfully close proximity. Thankfully, I was able to hide my pelvis and that unwanted issue from my mother as she came up alongside me.After cleaning my forehead, face and blood stained hands, my mother smiled at both Lynette and me and said, “I hope you like your guy with a beat up, rugged look, Lynette.” My mother chuckled to. .. I saw that wild stallion just this morning. I’d know him anywhere and I had to wonder how any man laid a lariat over his head. He was in a corral down at the south end of the settlement, near the creek.”Boothe and Mejesse went one way and Ty went with Willah in the other direction.Not wanting to miss a chance to find Wild Fire and his mare, Willah and Ty climbed upon the rails of each corral as they came to them. Nearing the south end of the settlement, Willah had moved around to the. He took a step towards me , I wanted to faint I was ready to scream then , he kissed me , hard , his hands cupping both sides of my face forcing my lips apart with his tongue . I felt like my entire body lost its senses , at that very point I was his . I was watching myself from above . “ Knees “ I fell on command like a well trained puppy eager to impress . He lifted my T-shirt and nodded to himself , quietly pleased , my arms raised . He reached down and without much movement flipped my tits.