Shelly led the way to the pond. Indian porn sex She somehow got the job of dealing with Ray’s used condoms too. It was about thirty miles away. I guess the cattle had worn this route. Shelly was always the one who cleaned up after the sex. The pond was actually a dammed-up creek where cattle were watered during the driest times of the year. “Naw, I think we shoulda been out here sooner,” I said. Even then, I lay there in ultimate bliss for several more minutes. I continued working along the bank, thinking maybe I could get directly across from her. I was still exhausted and just stayed by her side. I was sort of just lying there, still too weak to sit up. Dad had finally let Ray fuck Shelly as long as he wore a protection. Grandpa had built a small table and bench near one bank. I was in a panic, thinking this was it. Just outside the door, she snapped it, shaking off the dust, then folded it a couple times and tucked it under her arm. Mom had been threatening to throw them out for some time.
