" Her husband Alex was a bit of a dick, but lovable. He would not have been ok with her and me playing around. But, he works all day at the dairy farm... and would never know as long as we kept our mouths shut."Show me, then." I said."Darlin, I thought you'd never ask," she said and kissed me full on the mouth. She tasted warm and soft and a little like cigarettes. but I was used to that.She undressed me really slow and kissed all over my body. I loved how her mouth felt on my nipples, her hands. As he gently brushed the inside of her thigh, he glanced up at me then whispered something else to her. If anything, her smile grew wider, and as they stood to leave I was rewarded with one final flash of her beautiful pussy. As they strolled past me, I felt her hand brush my arm and, as they left, looked down to see that she had dropped a paper drinks coaster on my table. Written on the paper was a number, just three digits. It must be their room number.I sat there for a few minutes. Once spring arrived, Dad and I spent the occasional Sunday driving here and there in the area around Angel's Camp. Dad and I used the driving time as something of an excuse to scour the Angel's Camp area for any jump points, preferably ones that were in isolated areas. And we pretty much washed out. We had found nothing new, not even any of the weaker ones.We had officially given up on our quest by the Sunday in May when Grandma and Grandpa Carson came back to check on a couple of properties.. They must have been grooming her for work of a more personal kind.Her hair was long and darker than the night surrounding them. Under the moonlight, her skin had the quality of wet almonds. Jagger was sure if he didn't get free of her now he would never get free at all.Every second they stood in confusion on that ledge was two steps closer for the dogs. And the closer they drew, they not only sounded louder but in greater numbers.Jagger moved without thinking, as if his hard, lean body were.