Sally took me by the arm and led me over to their fire. She made me up a bacon sandwich. I thanked her and went out on scout.I picked a campsite about...eighteen miles from the last one. Ab was right, we made the Portneuf River today. There was plenty of water, grass and firewood at the site I picked. Normally, I would find where I thought we would want to camp for the night and then I'd rejoin the wagons. Today, I decided to wait at the site for the wagons to arrive.Sally did have a conversation. They’d never done it before but they had been seeing their parents do so since they were little more than babies. They knew the water needed to be over the stem, they knew to use the bowl for the weed and to suck the other end, and even to lift the bowl when taking the hit.“Here Paula,” the little boy said, “you light it and I’ll take a hit.”The eight year old girl put her fists on her hips. “How come you get to go first?”“I don’t care; you go first if you want.”Paula looked at the bong, and. Good old Jill.She might be cute, but she was always just one of the guys. I guess thatcame from being the only girl in her home. Still, I practically got hardwhile she did it. I mean, she might have been just one of the guys, butshe was a fine looking girl, too.She peered at the two men. "I see what you mean. What do you think - "she began, but the bus lurched ahead suddenly, causing her to fall in mylap. I was more than a little embarrassed as I realized she could feel mygrowing erection. She. It hadn't been just a dream. She'd really had the satisfaction she'd craved for so long.Of course, she'd had it with her own son, and that made it a lot different from the average love affair. Also, she'd spent the night fucking with Dane just after she'd gotten engaged to Craig. The whole situation was pretty weird, she had to admit.But wasn't that basically Craig's fault? If he didn't have this silly belief in not fucking before marriage, she wouldn't have ended up in bed with her son. She.