The wagon creaked to a stop, the tomboy's "whoa!" heard by the two women in the wagon. Wendy shot a hand out, bracing herself as one final jolt rocked... her back and forth. She had never traveled by wagon before, or on anything with wheels. She had always thought, looking on such devices as she trudged through mud and dirt, they were magical, comfortable conveyances.No.For one, it was boring. Walking, you had the changing view, the challenge of not stepping in a hole and breaking a leg, tripping. None of the kids' parents, when learning of the incident and that the one addressing it is Miss Zetsa, had harbored resentment nor blamed Jinka of what happened. On the contrary, all of them were very sympathetic and tried to empathize. When Jinka kept lowering her head and apologizing some of them even attempted to pass it on by concentrating on the part of the glass that was half full, uttering stuff like... "He is fine" or "She came back safe and sound. Let's trust in Miss Zetsa".Jinka heard. They are making small talk and getting along well. he tells her he thinks she is very attractive and she thanks him for the compliment but she is old enough to be his mother. He says he guesses that makes her a MILF, she blushes and says "OH My". he moves over a little closer and puts his arm around her and I am watching all of this in the ski mirror as I am driving slowly across the lake.She says she hopes he knows that her and I have been married for over 20 years. He said yes but he thought. In spite of being a bigger lady, her face said she was a hundred pounds. It was as chiseled as a statue, but softer than fine silk. When our eyes met for that first time, I saw two things; naive lust and severe curiosity. She knew right then and there I wanted her as much as she wanted me, but she didn't understand why my eyes also said no. As I said, I was an honest man.The next few hours passed slowly, as I remember. There wasn't any real reason for time to dawdle, the beer was flowing and.