They all wore jeans, perhaps some in a dark wash, and others in alighter hue but all wore jeans. The styles were either boot cut, straightleg, or slim.... Thank goodness the baggy look favored for so long had goneaway. The jeans were paired with a t-shirt or plain top and a hoodie.Colors were the only variable, with a few wearing bright colors or printsbut the majority favored solid, dark combinations. Shoes were limited tosandals or sneakers. They held their notebooks in their arms or stuffedinto. " Hmmm... What? Yeah, what do ya want?" I want the truth, this time! I know ya were in on the rustlin' of our cattle and we're 'bout ta hang ya fer it, ifen I don't git some straight answers from ya, this time!" I don't know nothin' 'bout no rustlin'. I was jus' hired ta hoorah yer house." That ain't what yonder witness has ta say. We found the rustled cattle and got 'em back. While we wuz 'bout it, we found Jeb Walker an' he's identified ya as the man what hired 'im ta he'p with the rustled. I stood and helped her up, "my name is Nolan Quinn."She looked at me as I started walking and heading into the forest, "my name is Tami."I moved slowly and watched everything around us. An hour later I pause before moving through the tall ferns next to a narrow trail. I knew it was from a Scarlet King which was a huge horse sized furry insect. If we crossed the trail the next one down the trail would know and the whole colony would begin tracking us.I grinned as I turned to the nearest tree,. She toyed with it with her tongue, her piercing occasionally flicking him, offering a sort of hard smack in the middle of her soft, rollicking tongue. What she loved more than the feel of his softness, was the sensation as his dick would begin to grow. What was easily bendable now became firm. She went from filling her mouth with his cock to following the length of it with her lips. She would follow it up one side, plunge it deep into her throat and withdraw, then drag her lips down the other.