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“Would you like to hear a cowboy story, young lady?” At this the other persons about perked up, too, to see what I would share with this young girl. Still being obedient to her parents, she nodded ‘yes.’ Interestingly, from that time forward, by an unknown enforcement, Blowjobs that particular front seat was reserved for him when he rode the bus, and the young girl continued to sit in the front facing first seat right next to him. The rest of the interested passengers, would organize themselves in the immediate area with regard to each one’s ability to hear him. Even the driver made attempts to not be as noisy about his work as usual, since he was only eight feet away from Marvin with his back to him and very curious about these stories, too. So, Marvin began his story to the young girl, whom he later learned was named Jennie. “There was an old cowboy, age 38 being considered old for that time, who had worked out on the range for several years, alone and in company of other lonely trail hands. They had a terrible cook, who fed them food that they could barely eat and some kind of thick black syrupy drink that he called coffee. At least it was hot and wet for them.” With this the little girl smiled in appreciation and his other audience seemed to be enthralled. So, He continued, “This old cowboy, named Hoss and usually called Ole’ Hoss, had been working for the Boss, who owned and managed the ranch for several years, and Hoss was known to be an honest and dependable man. So, the Boss decided to send Hoss to town for a couple of days of fun and to gather a manner of supplies for the ranch that they couldn’t make or grow for themselves. It would be most of a day’s ride and would be somewhat dangerous of a trip.” With that Jennies’s stop came up and she nodded to Marvin and jumped off of the bus. The rest of his audience were curious as to when he would continue the story that they didn’t want to miss and so he remarked for them all to hear, “I ride on Monday’s, Wednesday’s and Friday’s” So the audience talked amongst themselves and designated a couple of them to keep track of the story for those who would not be able to ride on each of those days. And so grew the reputation of the ‘story bus.’ And its ridership increase dramatically over time. The next time that Jennie and Marvin were on the bus together, he continued the story for her after noting her expectant eyes, “So, Ole Hoss stated out with his very experienced horse, Ambler. The horse was named that because unless there was an obvious emergency or it was spurred into spirited action teen during work, it just took its time in going anywhere. And even though Hoss was in some kind of hurry to get to town, but respectful of the horse’s feelings, he just let it proceed at its own pace, which was, of course, ambling. At that pace, it would take a good part of the day to get to town, but the time taken would ensure that they would not take any unnecessary chances (the adult riders recognized a life lesson there being passed on by Marvin) and any risks could be met without amateur rushing in to them (with this Jennie also recognized what was going on and smiled in response, nodding to Marvin.) The road to town, and it was actually an old cow path and maybe deer path too, was narrow and barely passable in places due to fallen trees, landslides and washouts from gushing streams from the melting snows in this high land. But, despite having to divert into very prickly brush at times, Hoss continued to make progress toward the town of his destination. Finally, he came over a rise and could see the as of yet unnamed valley and the ugly dingy little town in its middle. This used to be a mining town, but the mines were playing out and so the surrounding area was being taken over by small ranchers and smaller homesteaders who lived in an uneasy peace due to the cross purposes of each of their operations. Hoss now moved toward town at an increased pace, since even Ambler was feeling excitement at their coming encounters………” With that, he cut off the narrative and waited a response from Jennie, since her stop was still several stops away. Finally, her frustration overpowered parental authority and she in a slightly exasperated voice asked, “Is that all, Mr. Martin for today?” Marvin smiled and replied, “Yes, young lady, enough for today. The adults here will get writer’s cramp if I go on any further today!” With that, he got a great big smile from Jennie………and the adults too. I shuddered, the heat building faster and faster inside of me. The easy-going routine of the Colony shattered like glass the day warnings of incoming ballistic missile attacks swarmed across the globe. “Okay, but did you kiss her?” We each pick the outfit that the other has to wear. “Are you not feeling up to... it?” So, even though I am not religiously inclined, I did amateur lead my childhood family in teen prayers at times and so I offered up a generic one that wouldn’t offend anyone and then all of them dug in enthusiastically with a very fine roast beef dinner. He had not exactly had an eye for other girls before this. Blow away by her sudden apprentice, he Studdard trying to say something to this hawking beauty in front of him. He added and started thrusting as hard as he could. CRACK! She looked so innocent, Blowjobs so beautiful. Hermione spreads her legs apart as far as she can manage without feeling unbalanced and lowers her torso so she can just feel the wooden desk against her exposed nipples.