He walked briskly down the driveway and hid behind his tree, he wasn't at all worried as he had been planing this for over a month. He made sure he wa... well hidden, if she saw him crouching down it would spook her. Several minutes passed and his watch beeped, 11o'clock , sure enough she was jogging steadily towards him. She was a beautiful woman, had about a c cup, and was wearing gray sweat pants and a blue sweatshirt. He stepped out from behind the tree and grabbed her in a choke hold as she. He stopped to make camp away from any towns he came upon. His beard grew out dark and heavy, covering most of the thin scars that were still red and healing.It was at his campsite near the Arkansas River, in Indian Territory, that he met up with Oren and Bill Slaughter. They were on their way back out of Dodge City, headed back to a trail herd south of town.They came to be friends and shared stories about where they’d been and what all they’d been into.Jerl left the Slaughters with the promise. After resting for some time , my sister started rubbing his cock getting it hard , and then they fucked lying in missionary position, kissing each other and pressing the breasts. this was the begning of a long relation between Ramu and my sister.My story starts here after, one day i went to my sisters home in noon and not finding her in her house went out searching, and heard the sounds from Ramu’s room, and peeped inside, to my amazement I found Ramu fucking my sister and then , they started. One of the things I did for him was to pose for the middle pages of the college rag, nothing too daring, but I was only wearing my bikini bottoms with my arms covering my large boobs. I did expose my boobs in other pictures but they were not for publication.I remember before I posed for the Rag, we were at an all night party, when Carl pulled me into a back room where the air was filled with a sweet pungent smell; everybody was stoned. Carl found us a space on the sofa; he lit up and passing it.