The majority of the story is true. However, there are some embellishments, and one aspect that is fantasy in part 2….but I will let you decide which...is which,-) I had been bugging my dad to let me come work for him part time for about a year. He runs a small fruit packing place that processes fruit for the local farmers. He kept refusing me, but not giving me a good reason why he did not want me to work for him. Finally, the summer after my junior year he told me I could come work for the. Not sure he got that memo. I mean family members never really came up as a topic of discussion. Her and Susan weren’t actually dating so it wasn’t especially relevant, he guessed. “Ah. I see.” He saw a lot more than he bargained for. A young blonde girl in her bathrobe. Nice face. In fact downright pretty. Pierced lip. And if he was not mistaken a pierced tongue too. Difficult to tell but it looked that way. Big blue eyes and long eyelashes. Natural too. He could see why Susan was. She placed a hand on each cheek and spread them apart. I heard her moan then felt a tickle on my ass. I felt her breath as she slowly inserted her tongue in my asshole. OH MY! It felt so good! Mom was snaking her tongue up and down my crack and trying to get it in my asshole. I could not believe the pleasure. I felt a pang of disappointment when she lifted her mouth off my ass. I felt a cool sensation as she poured oil from the bottle into my ass crack. She started to rub it in with her hands.. I needed to find some more fugitives pretty damned quick if I expected to stay on the good side of my creditors. The hills west of Cheyenne were still the best bet for me to investigate, so I planned a trip out there for the following week.I packed my usual kit and set out on Monday morning. I had hardly gone three miles before I saw sign of a major cattle drive crossing my path. That was very puzzling because there were no cattle ranches on this side of town except for a couple of very small.