With his knee he pushed my legs apart and grabbed my hips to pull me onto my knees. I didn't even have time to process what was happening by the time ... felt his tongue on my hot pussy. He licked from my clit all the way back to my ass and then pushed one finger into me, while continuing to tongue my ass. His free hand was tugging at one of my hard nipples. He kept finger fucking me until he decided it was time to let me cum. I felt his finger curl inside me to find my gspot. He barely even. While Rebecca was upstairs cleaning the Murphy bros’ cum off out of her ass I decided to head down to the pub for a few hours, I walked in and found all my drinking buddies huddled around in a circle, “ Hey Damian” said Tom the barman “ you’ve got to see this!” he said and the crowd parted for me, in the middle of the circle was old man Murphy, Terry and Willy’s grandfather, He held up a phone, “ My grandson’s sent me this!” he croaked as he passed his phone to me, I looked at the screen in. Seriously, ifyou hadn't..." Hey, I don't..." he began, but Laura cut him off, saying "My story, Rick- this is my story - and in my story you did far more than just save mylife that afternoon. Yes, you gave me a chance to get away from thosebastards, and everything that came after that - my education, mytransition, this career - all of that stems from my surviving thatafternoon, but, Rick..." She wagged her head side to side and said, "Oh,Rick, it is so much more..."She found herself reaching. It is our opinion that the group with 52 wagons will take a long time getting going each day and the group with twelve wagons is just too small. We joined a wagon train of 24 wagons carrying 74 souls west to Sacramento guided by Mr. George Crandall.He was unsure of taking us in his train because of our unusual relationship, but said he'd give us a try. If things weren't working out by Saint Mary's Mission, ten or so days away he would let us know. That would be the last bit of civilization for.