He would held me by the waist as he pulled me closer as he thrust forward and I groaned in excitement as I came for the third time. Just when I though... he’s in for another position as he pulled out his cock from my pussy , he spits on my anus and inserts one finger inside, I was so horny that I just moaned as he began to finger my never invaded hole. He would spit on it again and continue the same process, then he pulled out his fingers and I felt the head of his cock squeezing it’s way inside. We came to another ford near a wide bend in the river. The river bent to my left as we ran up the length of the bank. The ford was just before the turn. It was actually shallower than the one we’d crossed down where Gort’s cave was situated. I dashed across it, and then headed for the distant hills and the brush and forest covering them. Within minutes we were in amongst the trees and heading up hill, angling back towards the direction from which we’d come.It took us a bit of time to weave our. Several of the outfits could have been made from a single bandana.Looking around the bus on the way to Dallas, Chester realized that the dozen or so girls with them would be no more that a drop in the bucket for such a large rodeo event, but his sister's friends had some very nice buckets to drop into. Too bad his mom and Mrs. Johnson were keeping a close eye on everyone.It was a four-hour ride from Houston to Dallas. The late lunch stop in Corsicana had everyone sleepy when they pulled into. When I arrived, they were home, and I told them what I knew of the situation. They were both very upset, and I think the three of us sat there and cried. Well Mom and I cried, and Dad sat in his chair in a state of shock. I think part of their upset was that Mom didn't go with them, and they were both glad she hadn't. I think they had a dose of survivor's guilt.Eventually, we pulled ourselves together and talked about what we had to do in the next few days. Mom became my anchor, and I really.