I hear Kathryn whisper, “I love you my beautiful little Sam.”Sam whispers back, “I love you too Mommy.”I whisper, “I love my girls, now get ...some sleep my Loves.”Kathryn whispers, “Love you Hubby.”Sam whispers, “Love you Daddy.”They seem to fall asleep almost instantly after that. I wonder if the two will ever realize how much I truly love them, as I too fall asleep.The next morning dawns bright and clear but I feel a sense of uneasiness even as I come awake. My two girls are right where they. At least until I decide what I want to do."We had a very brief chat, mainly about Anita, my marriage and current status before agreeing to meet up after the two races. I was told that Anita was in Australia with her current boyfriend and rarely came home. She and her mother rarely spoke because Anita had found out, via my mother and her grandmother, why I'd really stopped writing. It appeared that Mrs. Jacobs had been talking with Mrs. Alcock about me. The latter, as usual, had been so vehement. ..", she whispered in his ear before licking it gently.Jeff felt that tug of need in his lower belly as she continued to lick and kiss his ear and neck. His arms went around her and with one hand on her mid-back, he caressed her butt with the other. She tensed slightly and pulled her head back to look at him."Um, we are in a public place. Don't you think we should be someplace more private?" Not yet, darling. And why shouldn't I play with your ass - it's mine, isn't it?" He continued to gently. Of course, it made a difference if the female was not a God-fearing person but the type that sold her body for financial gain living off the sins of any gent with some coins in his pocket and a whole lot of yearning for the taste of soft female flesh and the scent of gosh-darned womanhood on their long-deprived pecker.To round out the picture was the pair of young females watering down the oxen that had been pulling the wagon on the far side of the campfire that had a pot of what looked like.