Finally sitting in the middle of the tent bareassed naked, she slipped her feet into the sleeping bag and snuggled down next to her husband."Are you g...oing to sleep without any clothes on with Seth in the tent?"He asked with disbelief."Sure, he can't see through the sleeping bag," she grinned at him as she rubbed her big, soft butt up against him."I don't know if this is a good idea," he told her pulling her to him, "we might end up waking him up later on, if I get horny again." That sounds. I’d had a great time at the party, good company and just a bit of flirting and kissing under the mistletoe with a few of the girls from the office. I’d had a fair bit to drink, as well, though when the taxi dropped me home, I thought I’d just have a quick nightcap before turning in. I poured myself a nice measure of my favourite malt and relaxed on the sofa, the room gently illuminated by the twinkling lights on the Xmas tree, topped by the Xmas Fairy with her magic wand. The whisky did its. "Surely you don't see herds with three percent of an off brand in them!" Occasionally," he said Davidson carelessly. "When that happens, though, I dig a little deeper, unless it's somebody I know, of course. Take the Little P, for instance. That's a feller named Harry Hanson, and he runs a spread West of here, off the Chisholm about ten or fifteen miles. Half his herd is strays. When he comes in he might deliver two dozen brands. He sort of specializes in cleaning up the trail, so to speak.". I was already half hard from the excitement of the situation and the realization that my baby daughter was finally going to have to hold my dick for me, even if she was now in her forties. Never give up!To make my story a little more believable and to set up a more complicated scenario, I forced myself to piss a little down my pants leg while she was cutting loose. It was hard to relax enough to piss, with my dick rapidly becoming fully erect. It was even harder making it stop without flooding.