" You will not," Rachael ordered. "You come inside and eat. I have soupand a sandwich. You and Bobby can sit at the table, and Mikki and I willstart t... clean up in here."The old man only ate the soup, while Bobby nibbled at a cookie Rachaelhad packed for him. M. Verdun put the sandwich into his fridge so thathe could have it later in the evening. While he was eating, Rachael andMichaela started cleaning the living room, sorting the newspapers intobundles for recycling, and sweeping and dusting. She goes all the way up, and then as far down as she can without hurting you.“You’re fucking good at this. Who knew I would be getting this kind of treatment?”“I can tell you’re close. Your balls are warm as fuck and your dick is twitching. You ready for the final push?”“Stroke it fast, baby girl. I think you deserved my cum.” She picks up the pace and starts jerking your fast. The soft touch of her hands paired up with the speed is too much to handle.“Cum for me, daddy! You like getting jerked. Thank you and the conductor for seeing to it that we were fed.”By the time I had the others awake, the train was slowing for our stop at Silver Lake. They stopped at the depot first to let the passengers off, before they pulled forward, then backed onto the sidetrack to spot the cattle car at the loading ramps.With Enrico, Henri, Manuel, Piter, and Horacio helping, we had lifted the heavy packsaddle off Blue’s back, by hand, when we first boarded the train in Cheyenne. Since the railroad. As I approached the creek bank, my heart beat even faster. There he was! A few hundred feet upstream, at the boat launch, repainting some signage. Wearing the uniform that made me SO hot. As for me, I was wearing my nicest suit and tie. I LOVE getting wet in my clothes, it is SUCH a turn-on (and, another story). The nicer the clothes, the bigger the turn-on. Now, my cock was throbbing inside my pants, keeping time with the beating of my heart.I had to make sure that he noticed me. I walked.