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  • Whoever rented the cabins and horses had to be over eighteen, but other than that, no IDs were required. There were eight of us, four boys and four girls. We met up at Six Gun City and rode the horses down the narrow winding path that led down into the canyon. That part scared the shit out of first timers, so the landlord had to assure them that those horses had been down that steep path a thousand times, and “We ain’t lost a horse or rider yet. Just hold on and let the horse go at his own pace.” The jeeps had to take the long way down, but they beat us to the cabins and had our stuff waiting there for us. “Are you going to change now?” Alan asked me, disappointed in the conservative attire I had to wear to pass my mom’s scrutiny. I laughed, “I would have changed in the car, but I knew I couldn’t trust you not to peek.” “What makes you think I won’t peek down here?” He chuckled, referring to the fact that the cabin’s windows were just holes, no glass, no shades. They did have old rickety shutters, but they were a pain in the amateur ass to open and close. It was supposed to add to the “rustic” nature of the place, as was the horse trough and old hand crank well, outdoor showers, and outhouses. They did have electricity though. “I don’t know. Are you that desperate to see me naked?” “Nah, go ahead and change, I can wait a little longer to see you naked, but not too long.” I was laughing as I carried my things inside. I did however, keep my back to the window while I removed my shirt and bra and donned the revealing halter top I knew he loved. When I came out of the cabin, I was greeted with several hoots and whistles from the boys, and gasps from the other girls. Alan had a beer open for me. When he handed it to me, he gave me a tender kiss on the lips, and intentionally ran his cold beer can over my boob. The others mounted up and headed off through the trees to explore the deep end of the canyon. Alan held me back. “What?” I asked him. The cool air felt good on his face as he left the school out of the back entrance, towards the carpark. "Hows it feel Cora? Be a good boy and make me cum!” “I'm naked because I amateur had to pee,” I said. Her warm mouth covered the sensitive tip. She had never had anyone do what Jim was doing and she could feel a huge climax building. Fully erect he pressed inside her virgin slit. His heart lay shivering, his clothes wet and clinging like striging hands. "MR. JOHNSON, SIR. “Well…for example, he sometimes sticks his finger up my butt just as I start cumming. As the water was pounding my pussy and legs something made me look up and around. Then she brought her head back and looked at me. “Negative,” Ja-alixxe replies. “Very” The next morning was Saturday so Zach went to baseball practice and tried to whip the boys into shape. While all this was going on I felt someone’s legs slide in the pool on my each side. Glad to see you made parole!” It would be so hot, but could I edit my wife's reality that much?