Bethany stopped me at the top of the stairs.“He’s going to need some hand-holding,” she said. “He’s pretty conservative.”“I’m curious,...and you can tell me to mind my own business, but has he seen your scars?”She nodded, “I showed him. Just pulled up my t-shirt one day. As I said, he knows everything. And like you, he doesn’t give a damn about the scars.”I chuckled, and leaned close, and whispered, “And once he gets a taste and feel of that tight, hot cheerleader pussy, he won’t remember a. ..beware...Astarte...”The sun sank to the west, long shadows spreading through town. We kept going, leaving it behind. None of us wanted to camp in the ruins. Ahead, the South Umpqua River gurgled happily, not caring that Queenie was sick. We reached a crossroad where, according to a faded sign, Grazley Bridge Road crossed Stage Coach Road. The bridge's footing could be seen a quarter mile ahead, but the span had collapsed into the river.We camped at the ruins. There were beautiful wildflowers.. More

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