She showed up in jeans that hugged her butt and sent a tingle through my cock, I was showing her where she should start and as I walked past her from ...behind my hand kinda brushed across her ass we both pretending it didn't happen but I saw a little rise in her eyebrows and a slight smile on her face, I went into the house and she started to work I was checking her out through the window as she was bending over to pull the weeds I felt a surge of power rush through my cock and I had to reach. Oregon filled up and a few hardy souls decided that what we had was a decent second choice. The Great American Desert wasn’t as much desert as it was isolated. Our rivers were watered year round. Our grass was sweet. Unlike the paintings of the white artists our grass grew tall and dried on the stem. It took a hundred acres to feed one cow ... but there were millions of acres and just a few cows ... at first. Timber was sparse on the plains but our Sacred hills had timber. The most grievous lie. My prick was misbehaving yet again, but she giggled when I told her and said."Oh goody."We settled on a huge sand dune where we lay our towels down just a few feet from some other naked sunbathers and lay down to enjoy the blazing hot sun.I dozed off to sleep and woke up to find her gone, but there was a scribbled note saying, "Gone for a dip." so I asked one of the nearby sum bathers to keep an eye on our things and strolled down towards the ocean, the surf was full of frolicking people, but I. I’m just the messenger. Please don’t get mad. Trish Maynard, by the way. Please don’t get me in trouble!” she pleaded, feeling very scared.“Why would I get mad?” Tara asked, very confused.“Tara Harmon?” a man now approached her, wearing a sports jacket, slacks, and a turtleneck.“That’s me,” Tara gulped.“You’ve been served,” the man coughed, “With apologies. I know that the holidays are an awful time to get served.”Tara looked very faint and Trish rushed to get her some water, especially as her.