He stopped to talk to a boy under twenty years old. “To be honest it’s about your big pickup truck. We had a report of one like it driving around ...town a couple of nights ago. It was very late and the truck was driving slow. You know like it was looking for an address or something.” I stopped talking and waited for Big Ed. When he didn’t answer I asked, “Were you driving around town at 2AM night before last?”“No actually that truck belongs to the company, but my son Eddie drives it. I can’t. When they reach a farm the platoon nearest it rides forward to check it out. When they pass the side valleys the company from the First Regiment enters it to check it out. Some of the migrants from the Rider Clan check out the farms when they’re cleared, with many coming to some sort of an agreement with the women living on them.The Shiloh force makes its slow way forward until they reach the point where they want to camp for the night. At that point the wagons with the barricades move through. Connie asked me what was wrong and she was quick to figure out why I was sore. She told me to go into her bedroom and take my bathing suit off and she had some powder that would help right away. Eager to show Grandma my cock I quickly slipped my trunks off as she went into the bathroom. My young cock was rock hard as she came into her room."Oh,my I see you are more than ready.!" Said flashing a big smile as she studied my rock hard cock. She laid a towel on the bed and told me to sit on it. I. ' I smiled at the memory; then took a sip of my wine.'why? do you look like her? Big tits and ass?'I was shocked at his (I presumed that Flyboy was a he) language but replied for some bizarre reason.'I suppose so; plus I've got big brown eyes and long lashes -- just like her.' I didn't mention my long legs and huge backside and boobs. I waited for the reply. It was there in seconds.'How big are your tits then?' I was giggling now as I read the message and took another sip of wine. 'Big enough.