"Look at those--on this side they're covered with peaches, and on that side there are at least three kinds of apples!"We all gawked. Sure enough, ther... was fruit everywhere. None of the trees was exactly loaded, but most of them had a few branches sporting medium-sizepeaches or apples, and fruit flies were working on the windfalls.Beth reached up and picked a peach off a low branch and took a big bite out of it. Everybody stood and watched. You get fruit at a supermarket, right? Not off a. The next thing she knew, she was crawling on her hands and knees, crying in terror. Prince's jingling grew louder and then she felt his hot muzzle against one naked cheek of her ass. She shrieked again, rolling onto her back to kick at the animal.With a playful growl, Prince thrust his shoulders between her thighs and gave her hot cunt a smear with his tongue. The shudders of pleasure that went through her made Gayle forget to kick him again but she quickly found the presence of mind to clap. ”She turned on her bedside lamp and said, “I know what a man like you wants. I want it too.” She pulled a tube from under the mattress and lubed my newly hard cock, then her breasts, then her fingers, and as she worked two fingers inside me she said, “Use them like I use you.” As I thrust up between her breasts, her fingers rammed hard inside me, driving me to greater efforts into her all-enveloping breasts. The ruby twinkled in the light as it jumped with each thrust on its silver chain, the. Brentwood had been a Military man and taught us to be a Ranging Company. During the winter we maneuvered our horses as a Ranger Company just the Guerilla fighters in the War. He chopped off some Navy revolver barrels for hideouts and had a few of the .32 caliber revolvers in stock that were perfect for hideouts, even making leather pouches with a shoulder strap to hold them. Mr. Brentwood died in the spring and we buried him. His grandson James is part of our company.Our train was poor, we even.