Andy wanted the wagons to travel in a single line and each day he'd move another wagon up to the front and put the front wagon at the back of the line... again. He said it didn't matter much now, but when we got into dryer country, the front wagons wouldn't be eating nearly as much dust.We crossed several creeks during the day and I could see the advantage of the oxen. They didn't seem like dragging the wagons up out of the creek beds was any problem at all. They might be slow and plodding, but. Teasing me, taunting me. Well, the hell with this shit. I was gonna show him, so I picked up the phone to call my girlfriend. I was just horny since we hadn't fucked in a few days, that was all. And then my email signal came on. I slammed the phone down just as she answered and grabbed the mouse and clicked a couple of times and the message came on: "You had a hardon this morning. I KNOW you did. You liked the feel of my hand on your ass. And you know that's true, or you would have moved away. Then I told him; "I want you to be that black man. That is why I hoped you would like what you saw."He looked at the pictures again. "Is it your dream too?" he asked without looking up."Yes. I want to watch and help you take her." "When do you want to do this?" He next asked."How about this Friday evening after work." I replied and he agreed. I told him I wanted to show up and play out our game and have him go in with me and then he could either drop down and eat her pussy or he could suck on. . or at least he thought so... Carol winked at Bob as she leaned forward and opened his pants, pulling his hard cock free. She shifted until she was astraddle his upright tool and she slowly sank down, engulfing it. They both sighed with pleasure as the sensations permeated both of them. They just lay there for a moment. Bob had still not answered the question and the tension was palpable. Carol began to rise and drop very slowly, almost agonizingly, on Bob's now very vertical pole. She paused.