I don’t think Clint’s home.” Her eyes flicked down to my tank top, a smile crossing her lips. “That’s different. You’re dressing like a gi...rl. What’s changed?”My cheeks went crimson as I faced Clint’s older sister. My older half-sister. Zoey was taller than me, her hair brassy and curly, falling about her face. We looked similar—not shocking considering our mothers were sisters and we had the same father—but she had a more ... predatory cast to her looks, a hungry beauty like a vixen on a prowl.. All I had time to do was smile before reality faded. As soon as I had been swallowed by the fantasy, I focused on the German Shepherds crotch. This time, I found two large testicles. This confirmed I was no longer in the real world and helped convince me to get started. Not wanting his son to get jealous, I opted against sucking the studly dogs cock. Even if the tip of it sticking out of his prepuce was diving me wild with desire. Desperate to spend my sexual energy, I jumped up and literally. Once I said it out loud she was very down to try something.My hand passed up one thigh, across the seam of her shorts that ran into her crotch, feeling her body warmth and a subtle protrusion, then down the other thigh. She inhaled slightly when I touched her there. So, I did it again back the other way."Can I see it?" Uh huh," she answered with a nonchalance that masked a growing giddiness. I unsnapped her shorts, pushing her t-shirt up onto her tummy. Pulling her shorts off took some tugging.. Even worse, I didn’t want the Horse People riding in and killing a bunch of innocent people if there were people there, and they weren’t much worse to the local population than what Rolf’s survey group had proved to be.“I’ve heard of no tales of strange people, except now,” Mondo informed me coldly, “and I have found out that the strange people are you and your hunters. Why do you travel on wagons without horses? Are you without horses already in the distant valley you moved into? Are you here.