" I'll carry you. Your sister can tote our guns."I got the woman up on my back, her knees on my ribs, my arms under her legs and her arms around my ne...k, and we started off. We walked fast for ten minutes, rested for a couple and then walked ten more minutes. She was not very heavy, but in some places the trees shadowed the road, and we had to proceed very carefully down its grassy verge. I enjoyed feeling her breasts rub against my ears."I'm hungry and these things are heavy," Brigid said at. “You know how to make a nigger whore moan Sheila?”Sheila was shocked to hear the word nigger word come out his mouth, they were paying him, she said, “No!” Very curtly and Rod said, “Don’t pay her!” He began to laugh, then he reached down and smacked her big round butt, “Get it?” Sheila was in shock from the butt slap, and then he slapped her ass again, ”Get it nigger?” Even harder with more force…it sounded like a gunshot! She meekly replied, “Yes Sir I get it!” Why did she call him Sir?Steve. My cock starts to grow in my pants and will be visible in my joggers soon. I get behind her, and conceal my bulge. My imagination starts again as I see her naked side boob bounce and imagine that boob bouncing in my mouth as I swirl my tongue around her massive nipple and tit. I want to push her up against a tree while on our walk, away from others, pull down her pants and see her panties...i imagine her wearing some sexy lace red panties or thong, something sexy and slutty. She likes what. " Really." Yes, while I care for my husband very much there are desires that are going unfulfilled."I see," Marilyn nodded as she spoke."Let's get one thing straight right away. You are very attractive."Mary beamed at her, but her eyes were somewhat glazed."I've heard stories like yours before. If that lout of a husband treated you just a little better we probably wouldn't be sitting here. I'm reminded of that old Sinatra song, "Try a Little Tenderness". Do you know it?" Yeah... and Mary sang.