"Modesty," I said, and we both laughed. She called a servant who produced my clothes, cleaner than they had been in some time, with the rents in my sh...rt and britches neatly mended. I dressed, went downstairs carefully, feeling a bit woozy and sat on the front porch, the verandah if you will. I watched the river flow by, and the old lady came and sat beside me, handing me a glass of red wine."Good for your blood," she said."How long have you lived here?" I asked. "It's beautiful." Isn't it?". Claire was on her hands and knees giving Cindy time to suck and fondle her breasts. There is a big difference between the two and it appears that Cindy was having fun with Claire’s breasts. One hand was fondling a nipple while her mouth sucked on the other. She seemed to be enjoying having those big breasts ,so much that she tried to hang onto them even when Claire started moving lower. She finally had to let go of them and hold onto Claire's head when Claire’s mouth went between her legs. . ’ As he said that, I noticed my mother about thirty feet away, chatting with a woman who looked to be around her age, maybe slightly older. The woman was taller and had dark brown hair with some grey threaded through it, and like everyone else, she wore jeans, boots and a cowboy hat. Mom saw Luke and me, and motioned us to head over. ‘Kira, Luke, this is June Waterman, Mr. Waterman’s wife,’ my mom introduced us to the lady who co-owned the ranch. ‘I’m very pleased to meet the two of you,’ she. Three ofthe girls were holding a fourth captive and were teasing her helplessbody. One of the girls was standing behind her holding the helplessgirl’s hands tightly behind her head to expose her pretty breasts. Oneof the others was standing in front of her playing with her very longpink nipples. A third was on her knees at the feet of the restrainedteenager and was running a bar of wet soap back and forth through hercrack. The girl who was being held didn’t seem to be struggling.