He stopped his caressing and took me in both hands and sat me upon a crate. I saw him undo his belt and drop his short pants to his ragged boots. Then...for the first time I saw a man’s enlarged member. But he was quick to move back to me and pull my dress up. Again I felt him move his hands around my cilt and then I felt him stick his long hard member into me. He pushed it in slowly at first, I could see his face and the great pleasure he was getting from feeling my warm insides. . "This was important… more important than I first thought. I thought about what she had said. I never knew she’d had such a hard life. I certainly didn’t mean to make it any harder on her. I didn’t leave because I wanted to get out of San Antonio - I had it pretty good while I was here. I left because I got a chance to go to college and better myself. But in so doing, I lost a lot too. My father was killed and I didn’t get to say goodbye. And I had hurt a very important person in my life.Well,. So at that time we went to get the truck. When we got back to the house, I changed guns to the shotgun. Just in case we found scavengers at the carcass. The truck started right up and we were in the meat hauling business. We were able to drive right up to the elk. He was too big to load whole, so we cut him up in quarters, and wrestled him into the bed of the truck. So we went back to the house and began the butchering process. I was pretty good at it, but Esta was better. We got out a piece of. He'll get over it," but Martha joked, "No. He's incurable." Ronnie said, "But look at him, he's so lean and strong." I could have agreed with that, considering the hidden effect her long fingers and incredibly warm hands were having on me. Ronnie bent down and held her arm near my face and asked, "Do I smell like anything?" I sniffed her arm and said, "Coppertone," and she said, disappointed, "Is that all?" and I sniffed again and said, "Hm, it's like... Well, I don't know what it's like, but.