I had seen Joe naked dozens of times, always the same disgusting shape, obese, bald, and ridiculous, but strangely exciting to me, as I was giving him...something no-one else dared do.'I heard you have been a naughty girl today Mariel'?Joe always delved into his little sexual fantasy scenario, to which I dropped my head in mock shame, noting the increased beat his hand made with his cock, now hardening in my presence. 'Yes sir', I replied, taking off the coat to reveal my scantily clad body. They seem to like sneaking up on our camp in that same draw so we can’t see them from camp,” she chuckled.Saturday September 8, 1849The week has been a busy one. We finished a rough barn for our fledgling dairy herd, complete with six milking stalls with room for ten more. Our vaqueros have separated the cows and bulls into different pastures, leaving a handful of the best-looking bulls in with the cows. Near the barn we’ve begun digging a deep root cellar, hoping to keep milk and eventually. “Huh?” she said.“I’m already signed up. I’ll be leaving for boot camp in a couple of months. Problem with that I’ll be moving all over the place, and I’ll be away from you and the kids. I ain’t gonna be liking that too much. And, I especially ain’t going to be liking not being together with you,” I said.“Oh my. Samuel Bradshaw, I love you. You have made me so happy and so proud,” she said. “I mean a soldier... !”She came at me and planted a kiss on my lips that actually hurt, but in a good way.. He was a lorry driver and spent a fair bit of time on the road which was why he was happy that Tracy had found someone to look after her and stay with. I immediately felt guilty at what his daughter and I had been doing all weekend, but then I thought, I hadn't forced, the reverse in fact and there was no doubt that she enjoyed it, loved it in fact. I managed to make myself feel a little better about it.After a while, Tracy disappeared in to the kitchen to put her clothes in the wash. It was.