If they stopped, I quickly pulled over to the curb and shut the engine off. They didn’t seem to notice me there as they hit a few more places in th... neighborhood before they finally pulled up to a house and knocked on the garage door. I stopped a little ways down the street, and parked my truck on the side of the road. Sneaking down the street with the wooden baseball bat in tow, I got close enough to see the third man, who I instantly recognized as a local pawn shop owner downtown, where I. Amanda had removed all of her makeup and tied her long red hair back with a black scrunchy and wore a button through flower print cotton dress that, for all it's simplicity, still showed off her large firm breasts nicely.The cotton dress was fresh and cool against her naked flesh beneath and the semi-circular skirt hung to mid-calf. Amanda had raised an eyebrow when Katie had pointed it out earlier on their shopping trip, but Katie had said it was very like one her mom wore and so Amanda had. I have written six stories ... all of them about ... hotwives and cuckolds. Some of that stuff is more for fan service, but some of it is actually what I’ve done ... wanted to do. Including a true story about my time as Angelica’s sissy drag queen cuckold. It’s all there,” Darrell confessed now, really making our jaws drop.“So, my loving husband ... writing hotwife stories on his computer while I slave away as a nurse during this deadly plague ... how naughty of you! Hmmm ... I’ll have to think. So they sent us both to Montana for the summer, to work on our Aunt Maureen's horse ranch.Aunt Maureen is my mother's older sister. And I mean older. Apparently mom was a bit of an accident, and was ten years younger than her big sister. Maureen went to "The Cow College" In Minnesota, to be a veterinarian, and then went to help run their grandfather's ranch in Montana. We'd been to the ranch before, when we were smaller, and we both loved Aunt Maureen, who was as different from our mother as it.