It had been two months now since she’d last heard that voice, shortly after “someone” had mysteriously paid the inevitable fines resulting from ...er arrest. The voice had then come to her via an untraceable call on her mobile phone, cheerfully walking her through her new identity and future abode, as if they were a glorified travel agent excited for their client on a particularly exotic upcoming vacation. She’d had no choice but to comply of course. Her previous life had been untenable after the. " Yee-ah" I reply slowly, "Nice to meet you Jemma, so really, what can I help you with?" come on in and we'll talk about it" she says, opening her door for me to come. After I walk in she immediately closes the door behind me and locks it. "Look, I need to know if you're a stand-up guy. I need serious help and I need to know if you'll be cool and keep your hands to yourself and your mouth shut after this is all over" EXCUSE ME?" I ask, getting irritated at the bullshit.She starts to look like. And again. Such a tight little twat. My cock was wondering if it could possibly fit, but I decided to tease him for a while. She was pushing down on my finger, trying to hold it inside her. I pulled out to my first knuckle and rimmed the edge of her hole, then shoved two fingers inside her. She arched her back and groaned, then started riding up and down my slick fingers. I tightened my grip on her baby boob and rubbed that hard nipple in rhythm with her strokes. Her little ass was pushing. As her pickup bounced down the dirt driveway to the ranch, Aunt Wendy winked at me and said: ‘Nothing much new around here either, ‘cept, maybe the scenery has improved a mite.’ When we parked, I saw what she meant. Lunging a pony in the coral was the most exquisite man I’d ever seen in the flesh. He looked about 20, was naked to the waist, and his tanned chest glowed like burnished copper in the Wyoming sun. His shoulders and pecs were perfectly defined, almost as if chiseled in stone, and his.