"We're getting the farm wagon converted into a covered wagon. The blacksmith says we can pick it up right after sunup in the morning. Is that going to... hold anything up?" No. We probably won't be leaving until around noon anyway. Some of the people here have a lot more to do to be ready. I didn't realize how bad a shape a couple of the wagons were in." Well we just didn't want to hold you up. We're gonna go back in town and do some shopping at the general store. Is there anything we can pick up. ”“You’ll tell them how I tried to force myself on you?”“We all have our viewpoints. I’ll tell them how I forced myself to stop and how we reached an understanding.”“How you tickled my clit while I stroked your cock?”“They’ll be disappointed. They expected me to tickle your clit with my cock. A play-by-play of passionate lovemaking.”“It was.” Allison flicked her wrist and the towel fell to the floor. Have I mentioned her tits before? Yeah, I suppose I have. Still, when an athletic girl as. I moved closer to him and he began to fondle my breasts. It was getting me hot and while he was fondling me I reached down and felt what he had hiding in his pants. It felt really big. He stopped the second I touched him. He was looking at me like a deer in the headlights. “Its ok”, I said. He was still stunned. I slowly knelt in front of him and pulled down his shorts. I was surprised when I set free a monster. It had to be a ten inches long and very thick. “Wow!!!” I said starting to stroke. ” My 50-year-old mother, the hardnosed flinty eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.As I watched the angry red color move up her neck and face, I recalled dad’s admonition to keep her calm. I grabbed her shoulders.“Okay! Okay mom! Just let me call dad, okay?”I picked up my phone and hit dad’s speed dial. He answered on the second ring.“Yeah Tom! I’m boarding. I can’t talk long.”“Dad,” I blurted, “mom wants me to shave her ... down there!”There was a moment of silence.“Shit! I forgot I.