Ten years passed. It was 1875. Phillip was 24 and Susan was 19. Times were better; they had a small amount of money, a wagon and a pair of oxen to pul... it. Phillip had a horse. They had the makings of a home; bed, stove, table and benches, a few dishes, pots and pans, and grubstake for the trail.They loaded their belongings in the wagon, hitched up the oxen, and set off in a wagon train to Saint Louis, which was then bound for Colorado. Colorado would be admitted to the Union the next year and. "My my! Shecertainly loves her dum-dums, doesn't she?" Aunty June chuckledmenacingly and nodded in agreement. "Didn't you say you bought her a newpotty this morning, June?" Grace Fields asked. When Aunty nodded again,her friend continued, "Why don't you leave her potty out here on theveranda, so she'll remember to ask someone to put her on the pot-pot nexttime she needs to go." That's a fine idea," agreed Aunty June. She turned to her daughter."Brenda?" Sure thing, Mum," the grinning blonde. She’s lifting both her arms putting them behind her head. Face tilted backwards. “Aahh! So nice!” she exhales. Her sizeable breasts are lifted by this pose. Her belly is stretched, her belly button elongated. How flat her belly is! How petite she is! My dick is swelling further. I’m putting some shower gel in my hands. “I’ll help you wash my cum off you baby.” “Sure Frank.” I’m stepping closer to her. My erect dick brushes her belly. I’m massaging the shower gel into her breasts, her neck, her. Eric had eavesdropped on his mom’s side of the conversation with his Aunt Rhonda and was now outside Rachael’s room with his ear to the door. He quickly tip-toed back to his room before his mom, clearly upset, left Rachael’s room and went back down the stairs. As soon as the coast was clear, he slipped into Rachael’s room and closed the door.He sat on her bed, reached out to take her hand and patted a spot next to him for her to sit. He said, “There was a lot of that story I hadn’t heard.