I think you should get back to what you're best at now, training cashda and people to ride them. If we run into something we can't handle we know wher...e to find you," he said."You're sure? I'll admit I'd much rather work with the cashda, but I don't want to put the hard work off on someone else just because I don't like it so much," I said."Carl, there are men sitting around camp wishing they had something to get busy on. Go teach a few of them how to drive the thaka," Denac said, and I decided. "Those things are garbage; don't know why they buy them. Mr. Sickles is the one to ask. Ms. Anderson mainly does the cleaning."Josh smiled back "Thanks, I will talk to him when I see him."Just as Josh was about the walk away, Mr. Gist cried out. "Hey are you related to the Child's of Charleston?"Josh turned around to answer the question. "Yea, I was born in New Jersey, but my father was born, and raised on the family estate in Charleston."Mr. Gist seemed interested and pondered what to ask him. We helped ourselves to the food. Lucy complained she was cold. So I lit the log fire to warm the room up. I had Sweet and Sour Pork which turned out to be a bad choice. I spilled a big dollop of the sauce down my blouse. Lucy giggled. Heather just smiled, got off the sofa, and knelt down in front of me. She started to lick the sauce off my blouse, where it landed on my right breast. Heather concentrated on the area of sauce around my nipple. It was standing erect, pushing against the thin. I slide a finger in her, finger fucking her slowly. One finger became two, then three. Finally all four fingers stretching her, my finger fucking becoming faster, the tip of my tongue reaching to lash at her clit. She groans with the exquisite pleasure of feeling my hands and my mouth on her at the same time. She caressed my head between her legs, looking down and thrilling to see my face covered with her juices. I pull the lips open wide, exposing her clit to my view. " I'm gonna eat that.