Uncle Bob discovered me coming back to the ranch one morning and shook his head. He figured that he’d better teach me right or I’d get my fool hid...e killed out of ignorance. During that next winter he spent Sunday afternoons teaching me about how to survive in the mountains. He taught me how to stay warm, how to wear puttees to protect my shins, tricks for a wool blanket, how to build a fire reflector and why, as well as a lot more. He’d been wandering through the mountains since he was my age. I put my head back in ecstasy and reached out to touch her too, hearing her moan at the feeling of my touch. I slipped my fingers into her pussy and she starting biting and sucking on my nipples harder. “Taste me” she said. I agreed and went down on my knees, pressing my face into her pussy and licking at it. She moaned and I licked at her more, sucking on her clit. Her juices started to flow more and more and she continued to moan, louder and louder. “Mm, oh yes mm, god that feels great” she. She movedincredibly close to the sac of her son's sperm-filled balls and flickedout her tongue carefully, grazing his scrotum. She thought she felt hisbody stir slightly when she moved her tongue over his balls and let itlinger at the base of his prick.She was ravenous for his cock now. She wanted to engulf the boy's cockwith her wet mouth and suck on it until he shot his thick sperm into herface. She wanted to sit on his prick too and take the hard thing all theway up her twat. She wanted to. Turning away she walked off; "see you in three days!" she cheerily called back to Janice.No sooner had Bob closed the door; than he was in the living room, seated on the sofa with cock in one hand and a empty wine glass in the other and as he stroked his stiff cock he asked Janice if she had noticed the size of the sheath the greyhound had been packing. Non plussed; Janice thought he was being disgusting and refused to be drawn into the conversation; instead she intended to retire to bed, but.