00 am in the morning when I wandered back to our room, carrying my suit in my hands, naked I pushed the key in the door with a shaking hand and opened... it, I glanced into the bedroom, Julia was curled around Gerald in a deep sleep, I went into the shower and after a long time on the bidet where I washed the spunk out of me, there is only so much spunk that a vagina can hold and a lot of it had dribbled out of me onto the bed, some had dripped out as I made my way back to the room, then I stood. Over a thousand dollars. Of course it was just rangeland with a few sodbuster shacks still standing. Outhouses. A few wells. No roads, no churches, stores, bars. No laws.What were they planning? Sell the permits, get the new owners in hock? Borrow from Ollie’s bank, run up a tab at the Emporium? That had worked once.Willowdean looked like she wanted to stamp her foot. “They’re going to have drummers going back East, passing out thousands and thousands of them handbills. Then Ollie and Goodwin. Just remembering what was in them and how it got there would get her pussy wet. Frequently she would lock herself in the bathroom after dinner with Uncle Bob, sit on the toilet, and finger herself to orgasm through the panties that we had enjoyed earlier in the day.Not long after we started our sex relationship she taught me how to fuck her. At that age my cock wasn’t very large, but she seemed to respond well to clitoral stimulation, so I was big enough. She always had me fuck her while I. I frowned. Really? She nodded. I asked if I could go see the bonobo monkeys, but you just stood there. So I decided it would be safe, she explained. I sighed. Had I truly not heard her ask? But I soon realized that did not matter, it was in the past and there was nothing I could do about it. But the future was still changeable. Im sorry, I apologized. I was&hellip, distracted, I admitted, though there was no way in hell I would tell her the nature of my distraction. Luckily, she did not seem to.