The DrifterChapter 9
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind A restless wind that yearns to wander... Darla saw me looking down between us and smiled as she raised up just a little. I put my hands on both her hips and pushed her up. She knew what I wanted and raised her body with her feet pushing down and her breasts mashed against my face. When I had her dress down far enough, I hooked my right boot in it and pushed as she wiggled. She kicked one foot free then the other until all she had on was her drawers...