I must have been hallucinating. Everything was very familiar. The butcher shop, the bakery, the shoemaker store, ice cream parlour, Danski's Tailors, ...Jaffi's book store ... I was home again! This was the street I grew up on and I knew every inch even if I was blind folded.I swivelled my head so hard to the right that I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Eyes wide, there stood my brownstone home. Mom had kept her flower garden as beautiful as ever, dad must have slaved to cut the lawn on his own. ." Stephanie whispered as she grabbed his arm and rubbed it in a flirtatious way, already attracted to him."And by the way, the name is Stephanie," she told him, tipping her cowboy hat to him like she had seen all the cowboys and cowgirls in the bar do as she started to dance with him, letting him feel her up right there in front of everyone."MMM..." she moaned as his hands grabbed her tits through her shirt and he leaned into kiss her, Stephanie all-too-eagerly kissing him back as he led her. She gagged slightly when my full length reached up into her throat, but that didn’t slow her down. She rotated my balls in her fingers and squeezed my ass hard with her other hand, roiling my sperm and coaxing it upward.I gently swung my tough meat into her, fucking her pretty face, eager to shoot my thick liquor deep into her beckoning mouth.She sensed when I was nearing my ejaculation. She half-moaned, half-hummed as she sucked me harder and faster and she scrunched my stony balls and butt in. She was in the woods a ways before she looked back. She was scared to death and running for her life. She was sure that she could not identify the man even if she saw him in a police lineup.We knew that we could hide her from Dad for a day or two but then Mom would be home. She didn’t miss a thing.Cheyenne hid out in Dakota’s bedroom and we slipped her some food and drink.The next Dad when Dad headed out to the fields with his crew of men, we partied. Dakota broke out the booze and she and.