The high ridge area belonged to Amber Timber who dad and I worked for. We had the keys to the padlocks, so it was easy for us to get where other peopl... weren’t. I stopped by the grocery store and bought forty pounds of ice and other essentials for the weekend. I loaded the stuff in the two ice chests, cranked up my diesel Dodge and headed out the highway to the entry on the high ridge logging road. It took forty minutes to get to that point. Once I locked the gates behind me, I put my truck in. Her tongue tip touring each runnel. He is arse-heaven and this could continue for all eternity....However, our Beth's over-worked but happy tongue is a tad tired and her body needs a finale: though she not sure if it should be: her face, her , her mouth, her boobs, her pussy , her arse ; all demand cum. But its her butt's day.The Cardinal gets her glorious puckered gaped anal furrow one last time; as her toes are pointing directly to the ceiling and her thighs and her never to be forgotten butt. “Like the girls on TV!”She’d watched the Olympic figure skating and been completely enthralled. I wasn’t surprised by the request.“You want to play ice hockey?” I teased. “Like Jesse?”“Yuck! Boys stink! Hockey clothes stink!”“I can’t argue with that, Pumpkin! There isn’t much that smells worse than a hockey locker room!”“Stinky boys!” she asserted again.“I think we can get you some figure skates and some lessons. Do you know Daddy has a friend who skates like that? But she does ice dancing.”“I. When they both had passed, I drew down in the nearest one, closed my eyes so the flash would not blind me temporarily, fired, opened my eyes, put down that weapon, picked up the other, and found my target. He had turned and was about to shoot at me. I closed my eyes and fired again just as the other man did. His ball hit the big stone beside me head high and flying fragments of lead and granite cut my forehead and cheek as it whirred away.I grabbed my empty muskets and ran up the trail, jumped.