If a wild horse could travel it, so could we.We sat down and made coffee while we talked it over. In the end neither of us favored backtrackin’, so ...e eased our animals around the branch. We tried not to disturb things too much because the last thing we were lookin’ for right then was company.It was steep and downright scary in a couple of places but we were over the ridge, lookin’ down at a little hanging valley, probably no more than three thousand acres. There was a big stream runnin’ right. Everything was powered in an entirely different manner. She wishes she would have paid more attention to those details. She takes a small white hand towel from the towel ring positioned over the sink on the side wall and runs it under the faucet. She adjusts the water so that it is comfortably warm. She wrings most of the water out of the towel before vigorously wiping it over the messiest areas of her chest.She mutters quiet words of irritation as she cleans herself. Rachele had not exactly. Looking like a vixen from an '80s music video, she had on a baby-blue getup which left far less to the imagination than anything I'd seen her in up till now. The tight-fitting top displayed a good deal of cleavage, and lots of midriff. It was complemented by a very short, pleated skirt with gold trim. And it revealed another outstanding asset of hers that she rarely put on display to this extent: her legs, which were a deep bronze color, and baby smooth. They were perched atop high heels that. Nor was she cursing. In fact, she wasn't doing anything but staring. Staring at me. I was still naked! And there was Geriann, half-naked herself, licking her lips and staring at my ..... BOINNNGGG!!!!! "Oh, wow," she breathed, "that's quite a piece of work, Bill." "And it lasts quite a bit longer than 10 seconds," I couldn't help it, it was too good a zinger to pass up. But she didn't even notice. "I'll bet it does," she said, half to herself. "Can I touch it?" Can she touch it? What am I gonna.