When the tent is firmly nailed in and our stuff is liberally strewn around inside it I flop on the long grass and pretend to go to sleep. In a mock hu...ff you try to drag me to my feet, with little success. Kneeling down next to me you proceed to tickle me senseless while I struggle forlornly. We’re finally interrupted by giggling. Looking up we see two small c***dren who must be with the family in the next text over, some 100 feet away, you are pointing and laughing. Thumbing my nose at them I. I had gotten used to the celibate married life and had forgotten how intoxicating pussy was, even if it was my own daughter's. Instead of dropping on the bed again, we cleaned up, both ourselves and the house. By noon, my wife, Carol, had returned from her sister's. We apologized to each other for the stupid argument, and sat down for lunch. I mentioned to Carol that Cassie was going to come back home for a while, while her troubles with Bobby got sorted out. Carol agreed. Cassie squeezed my. "He left on his horse, but I know he was planning to buy a wagon and team when the big order came in. It's possible that he will come back with all of it," Mary said."Oh, I hope so, it seems like I've been waiting forever. I guess I should ride on home now though. Father will want to hear Mr Jefferson's news, both about the Indians and about a potential sale. It was nice meeting you Mr Jefferson and we'll be waiting for you to call, and thank you Mary, for your help," she said.I nodded to her,. Then he kneels behind me and with his mouth, begins to inflict sweet, hot, wet torture to my flaming ass, and cunt.Hanging there I listened to the phone ring. Then that deep, compelling, masculine voice I remember so well comes on and says "Hello?" When I hear "Logan's" voice again my cunt clinches so tight on Master's tongue that he grunts."Hello Logan" I whisper softly. There is a moment's hesitation on the other end of the line and I can feel his confusion."Hello? Who is this?" Logan.