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Together, they walked toward Bess. Lisa had buried her head in her hands and she was weeping uncontrollably. XXX What I’m trying to say is; neither of us had a single stitch of clothing on at suppertime! I knew without being told that Lisa had been visiting our neighbor girl up on Two Peaks Hill. I’d heard screams before. “Grab Bess’ bridle.”
Being a woman of the West, my sis knew there was no delaying the inevitable. I gave the other tit the same treatment. My pickup truck was leaving a wake of dust plumes as a reminder of just how dry it was. Standing up proud-like and aimed directly at me were a couple of the firmest cloth-covered nipples I had ever seen.