We were made most welcome at the farm but we noticed that Harry had saddled a horse and ridden off across the farm rather than hang around with us you...g girls. “Has he gone out to check the cattle?” I asked Kate.“Maybe,” she replied. “But it is a hot and sultry afternoon and I suspect he has gone for a swim in the dam.”Well, I didn’t need any persuasion. There were six of us girls and we piled into the old farm utility truck and drove out to the dam – taking care to approach it from the. And perhaps I'd never really seen her wearing a bellyshirt without a bra, or shorts that were so short she couldn't have worn anything underneath. That was the other distracting element I noticed while passing her on the couch that day. She had her fist pushed into her temple with her elbow propped against the couch, her knee up and the other crossed under her and pointed at the television. Her long, smooth legs practically shined in the afternoon light and met together under the ragged hems of. Several men were cruising the booths, and all watched as we stepped into a booth that I knew had a gloryhole. A pretty young woman was a rarity here, especially back then!"What the Hell are we doing here?" she asked again."I'm going to suck a cock, if you really want to see me do it!" The discussion would have gone on, but the guy in the next booth wasn't waiting for an invitation. I pointed to the hole in the wall and she was shocked to see the head of a very nice cock peeking into our booth.I. I felt a little better as I walked back to my trailer. This was my chance to get close to my quarry, to find out what kind of person she was, and, perhaps, get a lead on those letters. I was nearing my trailer when an odd voice broke in on my thoughts. "Hi there. New in town?" It was a tall, slender man, fairly young, his hair as blonde as mine. A black man, slightly shorter but more muscular, walked with him. Something about the pair seemed a little off key somehow. "Err- Hello", I.