Not a situation I thought I'd see myself in. With a sixteen year old girl, my stepdaughter sitting there watching and laying in the hot tub without a ...top in, and me thinking about sexual shit that had never crossed my mind.And now here I was. Looking at Katie. At sixteen, she was about 5' 4", probably about 150-155 pounds. A lot bigger than I was usually into. But with the boobs on her, they were fucking incredible. The red hair. The thick patch of pubic hair between her bigger legs and thighs.. They're here to he'p me find the rustlers." Well, I hope they kin. Otherwise, we'll have to sell to that land company in Jefferson. Our taxes are comin' up pretty soon and we wuz countin' on the cattle to pay 'em." What land company is that, Miz. Jenkins," asked Sean."Why, it's the 'Jefferson Land Development Company.' They made us an offer a few days ago. It weren't what the place is worth, but it's better than nothin'." Well, I hope we kin he'p y'all, Miz. Jenkins." Thank ya, sheriff. Won't. You even see short-haired, buff chicks in guy clothes. You see all kinds of guys too. Nerdy Asian guys, alert, suspicious white guys and cool, laid-back Arab guys. You spot the studious Hindu guys, always looking vaguely uncomfortable for no reason. They need to learn to relax, seriously. Drink a beer and get laid or something. Anyhow, the one guy who always gets the stares is the Black guy. As I walk through campus, wearing my Obama T-shirt with pride in the aftermath of his successful bid. That’s why she inquired about me. As she was holding a hot cup of coffee my friend instantly asked coffee for myself and him.She too quickly shared some with us which she had prepared for her roommate. During the cup of coffee, I had a conversation through which I came to know Celina had come for a short-term course in Lasselle college. I just had quick peeks on her shape and sizes.Celina was not fair. She was duskily standing around five and a half feet, with a bit curly hair that made her.