We crossed it and he continued on until he found a rocky stretch.“We need to get off and cover the hoofs of the horses.”“What is going on, Tim?�...� I asked.“I am not exactly sure, there were sentries out, but they didn’t have uniforms. I have a bad feeling is all.”“Well you have kept us out of trouble, so I’ll go with your feeling.”We covered the hoofs and walked the horses out off the rocks and back towards the stream. Once we were in the middle of it Tim went back and worked on covering what. Linda was in her mid to late forties, and had transferred from the bakery production line. She said her feet hurt her on the line, from standing all day. The fact that she was about one hundred pounds overweight might have had something to do with her feet hurting too. All four of them seemed to get along well. The new room looked so nice, that the three John's told me they needed to renovate the old phone room also. I suspected that the hundred dollar bill I donated to the maintenance. I only care to know if it works on Jake. Yes, on Jake. I don't care if it works on some other guy. Jake is my guy, and my only guy. I have never let another man or boy touch me and I never will. I see nothing odd about me being a one-man woman, while Jake is clearly not a one-woman man. Men were never intended by God to have only one woman. Jake is my protector and that has always been the man's role. Women were happy to group themselves under the blankets of a good protector. I whisper to Jake. He was now not trying to hide his own crotch rubbing, and it appeared that he was going to attempt to cum off in his pants. I was having too much fun to let this end right now, though, so I motioned him back as I eased the straps of her gown the rest of the way off of her arms.I pulled the gown down as far as it would go without pulling it down between her and the bed, leaving her entire top exposed down to about the bottom of her rib cage on the left side. Then I made my way down to her hips..