Who might ya be?"One of the men looked at the other and said, "Shit, Joe, I think we're in trouble!"The other one said, "It shore looks that way! Howd..., Mr. Lang, I'm Joe Simpson and this here's Jack Clancy." Howdy, Joe, Jack. What ya doin' here with Circle Q cattle? I ain't never heard of that brand." Shit, I don't know what's goin' on! A man what said he was Bill Lang hired us ta drive these few cattle up here from the south an' stay with 'em while he rode to Roswell." What did this here fake. " A sigh. "He can talk to me." And are you going to tell him?" No," said Madison. "Please don't. I don't want this to get out." But somehow, it did.But that was a matter for later, for weeks from now, and a matter of change. For now, she had enough to deal with as Nancy began to chivvy her from her bed. "Come on. Your mom says you've been in there for three days straight. You need to get up and stop being a lump." She wrinkled her nose. "And you need a bath, too. Just because you're secretly a. My throat was parched from all the yelling and I must have lost a lot of water from crying let alone from the heat. I think I stopped muttering about that time but I know I didn't reply. She didn't seem to want one. Opening my eyes a little more I saw her pour some liquid from an earthenware pitcher into a paper cup. "It's only water with some herbs and spices," she informed me but at the time I didn't care what it was. She put the cup to my lips and I tried to gulp the liquid down but she. Lynn is is buxom brunette that is a little on the plump side. Since rediscovering each other, we spent lots of time talking about what we had done sexually over the years. Lynn was facinated with the fact that I have been very adventourous. I have been into anything extreme. I loved cock as much as pussy and really enjoy being submissive. I was into fisting , giving and receiving and lately I am obsessed with sounding. Lynn was new to all of this and was facianted by my stories. Lynn was always.