Chapter 1

It wasn’t like anything they had seen in the movies. For the time being, the girl’s worst suspicions seemed to have been confirmed as the car sank into the endless mud road and refused to bulge. “Stupid piece of shit.” Nasty words in the harshest of tones came from the nicest of mouths when the blond goddess stepped hard on the pedal and tried to force the blundering machine out of that hole. “One hundred and thirty ‘kay and this thing can’t get through a simple wet road of dirt without bailing on us!” She shook herself on the steering wheel, almost roaring with fury. “Grrrr! I swear I’m gonna kill Gustavo when we get there.”

“If we get there.”

“Not helping, Samara!”

Perky chuckles came from her right as Samara enjoyed watching her struggle. There was always something very quaint about seeing the much taller, much more “elegant-looking”, “princessy” blonde let out her real demons and reveal herself the most foul-mouthed, short-tempered of the two. «Stereotypes can only go so far.» She thought, too amused with herself.

After a lot of banging on the wheel and effortless stomps on the pedal, the gorgeous Black goddess leaned on and touched her stunning White beauty on the shoulders. “Easy, now, Riri, easy.” She laid a friendly kiss on her shoulders, and her thick, pouty lips felt the sweet, tender skin of that Nordic goddess. «God!» She shivered. «She didn’t even put up perfume, yet she still smells like ... like... »

Samara pulled back. “Hmmrr...” It was wise to not stir up demons she knew she couldn’t control. Especially with Erika. Especially with that beautiful blond princess whose friendship she strove so hard to gain. “No one is killing anybody.” She commented, giving her friend only the gentlest of taps in the right places while trying to not incite too many wrong thoughts in her mind while doing so. “Especially not Gustavo.”

“Grrrr!!”

Samara chuckled. “You better put yourself on your best behavior when we arrive.” Samara straightened up her posture, as if from beyond those brown-gray muddy hills their prince would appear at any moment with his vast entourage, riding on white horses and bringing out a caravan to help them out of that muddy situation. “Gustavo’s been a long catch in the making. We ain’t too noble ourselves, so it’s doubly true, doubly more pressing that we outshine every other bitch in his party—starting with our nerves; with us being cool beyond measure.” She saw her friend give her a very cool, nasty stare. “What?”

“You think I already don’t know this? Don’t go acting as if lassoing that stud was all your work.” Though her words were heavy, her tone was finally a little lighter.

Samara chuckled. “Lassoing that boy? When did you begin to speak like this?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just trying to ... you know, fit the moon.” She gestured to all the fields and hills surrounding them. “Putting on my best cowgirl spirit, if you take my meaning!”

“Right on, partner.” She said in a forced southern accent. “But it’s cool. There’s no point getting too angry now and it’s important, you know, we keep the vibes up until we meet that stud.” She pulled down the mirror over her scent to check on her spotless, impeccable face. “Don’t you worry. All he needs is one look at us like this, in our best outfit, oh, very tight ‘farm girl’ clothing, very sexy tank tops, and he will be groveling at our feet.”

Erika listened to her at first still, then laughing. “You talk as if you don’t know the boy.” She rolled her eyes, smiling with much-needed levity. “Oh, Sam. This is the one stud we cannot have, isn’t he?”

Samara almost jumped over her, snapping her fingers on her face while chanting vigorously: “Oosh! Oosh! Out, girl, out! Out with this negative attitude! Out with this pessimism and gloomy thought!” She laid back on her seat aggressively, almost making the car shake with her force. “We worked for literal years to get his attention, to be part of his pretty little circle, and I won’t be letting anything—you hear me? Anything!—get in the way of our conquest!”

“Mmph.” She smiled sarcastically, but even this simple (and more than understandable) sign of skepticism seemed to arouse the friend to no end:

“We! Will! Rope! This! Boy! We will get pregnant with his children, and with his children, sister...” She made dollar signs with her fingers. “Get the bag!”

Erika laughed, disarmed once more by her friend’s earnestness. “I don’t even know how you can be like this yet still get along so well with people.” She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of many regretful past actions settling on her pretty, delicate shoulders. “I always need to tip my toes around everybody and you just...” She made a cutting motion with her hand. “Plow through situations as if your life weren’t on the line as well. And you succeed! That’s what I don’t get: you actually succeed, sister!”

Samara answered with a slightly cocky wink. “That’s talent, my dear. Tact. Us Black folks are veeery good at charming our way to the top, especially when dumb White folks are concerned.” Giggling, she leaned on to give her friend a nice pinch on the cheeks. “Don’t worry. You’re not dumb like them. You’re smart.” She pinched her cheek and shook her head very gently. “Maybe too smart for your own good, that’s why you overthink things so much.”

A gentle silence fell between the two soul sisters. A silence that neither of them could control and neither of them could court for too long. It was dangerous. Small raindrops fell on the windshield. Few at first, then a little more. Drop! Drop! Drop-drop-drop, dropidy-drop-drop...! The two sisters breathed deeply and looked around, seeing the windows of the car getting wet with the light rain. Somehow, the silence became more oppressive now that it was cut by such a relaxing, almost romantic sound of rain.

Samara felt the softness of Erika’s cheeks on her thumb, on her index. It was ... so rich and plump! So healthy, so velvety, so nice to the touch. She stopped shaking the head of the friend and just ... enjoyed her. She enjoyed the touch of her pretty skin and the softness of her round, prominent cheeks. She looked like such a doll while feeling like soft clouds and baby butts on her fingers.

“Hmm.” Again, she pulled back. It was wise for the woman to not get too carried away. “Anyway...” She looked outside, seeing the rain grow, but still remain very light and tame. “Guess this will help wash the car, huh?”

“Mmph.” Erika could only reply grouchily. “It’s just what we needed: yet more rain!”

“Sister, put on some sunshine in your face.” She chuckled. “Let’s have sunshine in our faces, our beautiful lips, if we can’t have it in the skies, alright?” She leaned over, looking up at the skies to see if darker clouds were on the horizon. “The app said it’s going to be clear skies all weekend round. I never saw it be wrong once, so this rain is really just to clear the weather for tomorrow and later.”

Erika raised her hands in prayer. “God hear you!” She lowered them back to the wheel, looking more dispirited than ever to the increasingly gray lands that surrounded them. “The rain might be good for cleaning the skies, but ... damn! Is it ugly for the land! It clears the skies and makes the land all this ... mud. And dirt.” She stepped on the pedal once more. The car screeched and wailed while sometimes looking like it was going to get unstuck, then seemingly getting even more stuck than before. “Argh!” She dropped the wheel in a fit of anger and frustration. “It’s hopeless!”

The two sisters watched the rain stop and some clouds break away, with beautiful white rays of light pouring through them and shining upon the muddy road ahead. “Maybe not so hopeless.” Samara unlocked the door and moved on the seat, preparing to get out. “Come. Let’s see what we can do.”

Erika looked at her as if... “Are you mad?” She slapped her playfully on the thigh. “What are you doing, silly?” She saw her opening the door and step out. “Wait, no!” Hurriedly, and hating herself for doing it, she undid the seatbelt and followed her friend. “What in the damn fuck you think you’re doing, you ... sassy ... weird Black chick??”

“Hey, there! I’m sensible, alright?” Stepping outside, Samara winked at her. “Don’t go with your racisms over me, you hear me?” She winked again. “You, uh, Viking princess! Nordic milk drinker!”

“Ha, ha.” Despite her (many, oh, many) objections, Erika was opening her door and leaving the car all the same. “Wait, Samara, pleeease! There’s no point to it!”

“We’ve been stuck for an hour.” Samara put her two feet outside, still short of touching the ground. Yuck! Now that she saw (and felt) the heat, the air, the ... mud ... the feeling of “mudiness” all around her... Gulp! Maybe Erika was right. Maybe there wasn’t anything that the girls could do about it, so they better just stay inside ... and wait. “There’s no point ... uh ... there’s no point...” Her mouth stammered where her mind hesitated. She shook her head. Straightened up her pose! “Hmm! There’s no point staying in here, acting all hopeless!”

Erika shook her cell phone in her hand, showing it to her friend. “Signal is coming back. Some time.” She grew more and more dispirited. “I hope.” She looked at the silver screen of the device, where a little red icon was still blinking: no signal. No signal. No signal. “Oh, go fuck yourself.” She muttered to the device. “Two thousand dollars for this piece of shit. When we needed it the most...”

“Alright, sister, cheer up! Let’s get ourselves a little dirty...” She purred. “So later on we can get real dirty with that gorgeous playboy!” Taking a deep breath, she sank her feet and her shoes into the mud. Bloorsh! The feeling was exactly like how she expected it: like stepping on hot shit. “Yuuck!” The gorgeous Black woman willed herself, hoping to be the stronger link in that tiny chain. “Come! Let’s see if we can get something, uh, to get this car unstuck.”

Erika gave her many cold, sarcastic looks. “You think we are getting this car unstuck? Really? We?” She smiled even more caustically as she saw her friend clumsily trying to stand up on the muddy ground, trying to find a firm footing while also not soiling her boots so badly.

“Daaamn!” She fretted. “These were so expensive!” This was her first time stepping on ... well ... how would one call it? Real soil. As her feet sank into the apparently infinite depth of that mud, rising higher and higher on her beautiful dark boots, she realized she had never stepped on anything softer (or dirtier) than the green, shining grass of Central Park. That experience was completely novel to her—and its novelty helped make the discomfort a little more bearable, if not less disgusting. “Uur ... uh...”

Now she also had to keep her pose to her friend. Oh, she knew it! She knew the blond bitch was smiling so caustically behind her back, her face burning with a very nasty I told you so kind of grin. When she turned back and looked at her ... yep! This nasty bitchy smile was exactly what she saw! “You coming?”

Erika had opened her door and moved one leg slightly to the side, ready to step out, but otherwise remained firmly seated in her place, eyeing her friend with a mix of skepticism and cockiness. “Ready when you are.” She gestured at her with her head, prompting the friend to “Go on. Well, go on, now, cowgirl. It was your idea to pick up these outfits, so the least you could do it ... well, I don’t know.” She shrugged and giggled, sooo sassy! “Act the part, for once.”

“Mmph!” Samara felt tempted to show her tongue, like a kid, but she prided herself on being the most “mature” of the two. Besides, with how unstable that ground felt, she tried to do as few unnecessary movements as possible, not wishing to fall into the mess and ruin her pretty little clothes. “God, it’s good we brought spares. Don’t know where we can clean our clothes out here, in the middle of nowhere.”

“No need to clean ‘em if you don’t dirty ‘em.” Erika shrugged again. “Just saying.”

“Get your ass out here and help me out, sister, for real!”

Erika chuckled. “You sounded like a Black sass queen right now. Not so ‘Samara’ as you are ‘Shaniqua’.” She laughed harder as she saw her friend giving her the middle finger. “What? Gonna call me a ‘cracker’ now?”

“Would you pleeeease...??”

“Oh, fine!” She opened the door more widely and stepped outside. “If you’re gonna get dirty, get filthy, as my daddy used to say.”

Samara smirked. “Your daddy knew lots of things about getting filthy, eh?” She laughed, then, she laughed so hard as she saw Erika giving her the nastiest of looks. “What? Seems reasonable for a man like him.”

“Keep my dad out of your damn mouth.” She said, half serious, half joking. “My father ... ugh!” Her feet sank in the mud. She hated herself infinitely for that decision! “He is twice the man all the men in your family have ever been. Combined.”

“Hey, ain’t arguing with you on that, sister.” Samara was trying her first steps away from the car, always supporting herself with a hand on the roof of the vehicle, taking baby steps on that new, foreign ground. “Your dad was such a hunk!”

“Hmm!” Erika could only roll her eyes and agree. The thought of her father—of her tall, big, broad-shouldered father—was a great help in making her forget, or at least partially ignore, all the filth and wetness and stickiness of the ground rising around her white boots. “Gustavo looks so much like him, doesn’t he?”

Samara stopped, for once setting aside whatever task she had committed herself to. “Eh. Not so much. He’s quite young and baby-looking.”

“Of course, he is.” Erika felt the need to defend the other of her soon-to-be daddy—and pay pig. “He’s just turned eighteen!”

“There are fourteen-year-olds who look more like a man than he does. Hell, I know twelve-year-olds in my place who look more masculine than him!” Resting both forearms on the roof, she lowered herself on the door and smirked at her friend. “Let’s hope he’s as innocent as he looks. Don’t wanna be wasting any more of my time on this endeavor than I already have.”

Erika stopped, still seated in the car, watching pitifully as her two beautiful, pristine white boots were claimed by the unforgiving road of mud, by that dirty ground that looked so much like watered-down excrement. “Yuck!” She tried finding as many excuses as she could to avoid really standing up in that disgusting, unstable ground. “You don’t really like him, do you?”

“Hmm, what? Gustavo, you mean? Oh, girl, of course I love him!” Then she added, mostly joking, but not with an insignificant portion of truth to her words: “He’s loaded!”

Erika rolled her eyes. “But do you dig him? Have hots for him?” She sucked her lips and shivered. “Oooh-umm!” As she rolled her eyes higher and deeper, she imagined his body, his penis, all ready for her tongue to lick and her lips to suck. “I find him sooo yummy! Truly, Sam, you must recognize that he’s one nice slab of meat!” She licked her lips loudly, making them pop, pop, pop! “He’s so big and hunky!”

“He’s short.”

“He’s six feet tall!”

“He’s five feet eleven.” She sounded excessively clinical with her next few words: “One inch shorter than the base height a man should have to be considered a Man!” That she said them without a hint of humor really put Erika on the edge, commanded her respect, and so Erika listened: “Besides, even if he were six feet tall—which he isn’t—he would still fall so shorter than us, which is pathetic!”

“Hmm.” She moved her head in agreement. “Yeah, a little bit. Maybe disappointing, but what option do we have?” Taking her feet a little from the mud, she turned around and moved her right hand to Samara’s forehead, then to her own. “You’re six feet two and I’m six feet six. If we’re judging men by height alone...”

“Oh, yeah. I know where you’re going.”

“ ... we’re going to die alone!” She giggled. “Height is always something we must ignore if we want to give our pussies any comfort.”

“Mmph. I wonder how comfort they can get from boys, from penises.” She pouted. “Given the types of men we’ve been laying lately...” Her mind grew too dark and unpleasant. She shook away these feelings with her head and stared at her friend, wanting to change the topic: “Anyway! You coming or what?”

Erika rolled her eyes and sighed. “Give me a minute, okay? I need to say goodbye to these beautiful boots.”

“You’ve already got your feet in the mud, sister, and you’ve got four more pairs to spare.”

“I know, but...” She sighed again. “A good piece of clothing should be treated with respect, so give me at least a minute...”

“You pussy. I know you just don’t wanna come in.”

“Well, then!” She stomped harder on the ground, making a loud, growling noise with her feet sinking fast into the mud, like a nasty, wet fart. “Here I come, you bitch.”

“Hmm, hmm.” Nodding slowly, she saw Erika slowly (and clunkily) getting up. “Good.”

“What in the hell are you planning to do anyway?” As she struggled, she looked around, forward and back on the roar, trying to catch a glimpse of someone, something getting close, anyone arriving and willing to help them ... but nothing. “How exactly do you intend on getting us unstuck anyway?”

Samara shrugged, and her breasts, always fighting against the tight-fitting constraints of her blouse, made a deep, rumbling noise, very low, but very long and oh-so-tempting. “I’ve seen in movies and some videos that you should, uh...” She tried moving to the front of the car, but the smooth surface of the vehicle, now wet with rain, made it harder still for her to latch onto it and walk without losing her balance. “We should try putting something solid, like a piece of wood, you see, under the wheels.” She kicked the front tires. “We put something solid and then, well, you step on the accelerator ... or something ... and then the wheel is no longer rolling on mud, but on a firm, solid material.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” Erika nodded, smiling wider with every nod.

“When the tires are like this, sunk on the mood, they’ve got so support you see, and that’s why the car’s stuck. We need to put ... well, something solid, like, really, a plank of wood or something...” She looked around, trying to find material remotely close to what she was describing. By the sides of the road, there were many planks of wood, indeed, but they belonged to the wooden and wired fences that separated the properties from the road. Even if the girls wanted to steal any of these, their long, thin, delicate arms could do little to pull the firmly-nailed planks of wood from those fences. “Like these planks, you see ... we should try finding one of them loose and...” Again, she kicked the front tire of the vehicle. “Putting them under the tire and giving it a go.”

“Giving it a go?” Erika tried hiding her chuckles.

“Yeah. Like ... you step on the pedal and go forward very strong.”

She couldn’t. She giggled. “You mean on the accelerator?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Then she stopped waiting and fooling around and pointed to the rear of the vehicle. “You know that it’s the tires on the back that move a car forward, right?” She laughed more openly. “The front tires are for steering.”

Samara made a dimissive gesture. “How do you expect moi to know these things? I wasn’t raised a tomboyish brute like you. I’m royalty.”

“Hmm, hmm. Well, now you’re royalty on the mud. But you’re right.” Standing upright, Erika looked around, trying to find any plank or large branch to help them. “Your general idea, that is. We should try and find something to get the tires unstuck from the mud. Waiting for someone else to come...” She sighed. “I’m starting to lose hope that anyone ever uses this road.” Then, she raged. “Grrr! I’m going to kill Gustavo when we finally meet him!”

“No, you won’t. Calm down your little titties, bitchies.”

A spark flew from Erika’s eyes. “They are not little!”

Samara answered with an arrogant smirk and chuckle. “They are to me.”

The ladies had no cause to compare sizes or to feel any inadequacy with their measurements. They were all, for all accounts, stunning. Almost unreasonably so! It’s just that, as far as tits and ass were concerned, one of them was clearly more stunning than the other ... though Erika paid that no mind (a lot), trying to focus on the task at hand—and on the stud in her horizon. “Do you think we can get there on time?”

“Chill out, sister.” They both were awkwardly walking to the rear of the car. “The party only starts tomorrow.”

“Irrelevant. We should have gotten to the estate already. Stop pretending that you don’t know our position.” As her feet sank and sank again into the mud, lousy step after dirty gait, the woman felt the mood sinking with her boots in the dirt—dirt and mud to which their souls had a great affinity to. “We’re not royalty. Out of all the sluts who will be there, we are the ones with the least claim over that stud of all.” Her heart sank deeper as she struggled. She hated that mud so much ... yet it was not the dirtiness that annoyed her. The filth wasn’t the real source of her pains, but the fact that she and the dirt ... were born to be together. “Fucking shit.”

“Peace, sister, peace. I may forget our place in the pecking order,” she said with clear sarcasm biting in her tongue, “but you’re the one who seems to forget the most important thing in conquering a man’s dick.”

“What?”

She smiled once Erika looked at her. “This!” She shook her torso. Her massive breasts, which were enormous beyond reason or comprehension, made a loud rumble as they shook, so juicy and bouncy, on her chest.

“Oh, hmm...” For a moment, Erika felt the saliva piling in her mouth. Her lips became a little wet, and unconsciously she licked them, sucking them with a gentle pop! “Well, yes. These ... our bodies...” She said with a sigh. “It’s the only reason why we finally got invited. Literally the only reason! But don’t you think our, uh, physical endowments will get us scot-free this time around. We’re not talking about just some piece of hunk, some bad boy we’re gonna lay and get the cummies with in the weekend.” She stopped and breathed in very hard, pondering on the heavy words she was about to utter: “He is not just a human being. He’s a billionaire. A trust-fund billionaire kid. In this sense, he’s closer to a god than an actual human being.” She shivered, feeling her pussy moisten. “A human being like us. Trust me, Sam: he’s more than used to beautiful bodies and tight pussies.”

“He isn’t. Not when it’s our bodies and our tight pussies.”

“Sam...”

“You trust me, sister.” She winked. “All we need is for him to see us. One look. Just one look at us, really, and that’s all it takes.”

Despite her skepticism, Erika raised her head and her eyes to the skies, praying in a hopeful tone: “God hears you! Oh, let the gods hear you, sister!”

“Gods?” She scoffed. “We need no gods, bitch. We’ve got the gods right here!” She shook her torso, and her gazongas just... Bwoom! Bwoom! Bwoom!

Erika was actually a little startled while looking at such fat ... massive tits. “You’ve got the most impressive pair I’ve ever seen.”

Samara was radiant. “Black goddess genes.” She scoffed at Erika rolling her eyes at her. “What? You think that ain’t right? Momma had the biggest tits I’ve ever seen on a woman, and she wasn’t fatty either.” She bit one lip. “She had the most massive bombs of milk black guys would fall for, be enslaved for all their lives. Ripped countless idiots in her life, with which she gave us a high and mighty living! I mean it! Mommy had the! Most! Immense! Tits! In existence! Or so had grandma, and so had great-gran and grea-great-gran, oh, as far as I heard about them. Tall tales, maybe, but probably not so tall when you see the tits of my mom and my grandma.” She winked, so full of pride. “Our family was blessed with the greatest Black genes you can think of! For real, I know that black chicks tend to have more, say, ‘pronounced’ features and such, but mine...” She whistled. “Mine are something else entirely.”

“They sure are.” Erika didn’t notice how frequently she was moistening her lips, how noisily she was sucking them and making them pop, or how long she was awkwardly staring at the superior milkers of her best friend, whose size put even her own (massively endowed) chest to shame.

If Samara’s smile became any more arrogant, Erika would feel irresistibly compelled to punch her straight up in the face. Seriously, what a cocky fucking bitch! “Nay!” She beamed, and Erika couldn’t help but both admire ... and cower before that sprawling grin (and that perfect set of teeth).

Her brain was almost boiling when both she and Samara heard something coming from their right. They turned and looked. At the top of those green hills, they saw a horse. It was a huge, light brown, and its size could truly not be understated: though it was very, very far away, at least a thousand feet away from them, and that was pretty much the first time the girls had ever seen a real horse in the flesh, both of them knew instinctively that... “That’s a big ass horse!” Samara spoke.

Erika concurred. “Hmm. It’s ... one of the biggest I’ve ever seen. From TV and movies, I mean.” She had to rub her eyes to make sure she was seeing straight. “Have we watched horses the wrong way all our lives? I mean, are horses supposed to be this big?”

“Nothing is supposed to be this big, sister.” Samara was biting her lips. “Not even hippos!” She cursed the fact that, from that distance, it was impossible to see... “How big this must be big! I wonder how many inches he packs!”

“Eww, Sammy, eww.”

“Don’t you act like you don’t think about it. These powerful creatures are so full of muscles! Oh, there’s something deeply primordial about horses fucking! Their penises, their cocks...”

“Okay, enough! I’ve heard enough, mmph!”

“ ... have you seen just how freaking long they are? They are literally like a fourth leg on the damn animal! Oh, the size of these creatures! The size of the females as well, which obviously necessitates such big, hanging cocks!”

“I’m going back to the car, I sweat.”

Samara shrugged. “Have at thee! As if it would make a lick of difference, oh, in this sad situation we find ourselves in.” She smiled. The horse was whining and reeling. Even from that distance, they could clearly hear its whines, its powerful breath. It was what had called their attention to it in the first place. “Oh, sister, look. He’s calling for us.”

Erika looked, and she hated herself for appearing to be so ... smitten by that creature! «He’s just so big!» Though the shape of the animal was hard to make out from that distance, it was pretty clear that it was a prized stud of some sort, as big and well-chiseled as those noble animals could be. «Fuck. He’s so full of muscles.» Her womb began to throb at the thought of the hardened, erect penis of the creature. The power with which it fucked and fecundated its females. The big, healthy children it gave them. The thickness of its semen. The sheer amount of it. “Fuck, damn, no!”

“Are you good, sister?”

Erika looked around exasperatedly, desperate for someone to appear and save them. “We need to get out of here ASAP!”

“Mmph. Now that we talked about all these things we talked about...” Samara made a disappointed grimace. “I’m no longer even in that much of a hurry.” She looked back at those hills and smiled. “Look! The love of our life is going away.”

Erika looked. Indeed, the majestic creature had turned and now was galloping beyond the hills. A weird sense of loss covered the breasts of the two beauties like a heavy mantle; like they had just seen, indeed, the love of their lives pass by and disappear. That they didn’t even make the effort to call him and ... pet it. Touch him. Feel his muscles and his strength in their hands ... oh! “Fuck it!” Erika barked, turning around and kicking the tires of her car. “Let’s get ourselves unstuck.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, sure, why not.” Samara spouted caustically, sighing as she decided to shoulder those burdens: “I guess I’ll have to look around for a plank or a rock.” She cast her gaze as far as she could, but there was only mud and grassy hills all around her, without one loose piece of wood in sight.

The sun continued to break through the clouds, and now the place could described as legitimately beautiful, maybe even gorgeous: the many rays rained down the hills like clear pillars and cascades of lights to the heavens. Everywhere they looked there were vibrant hues of blues and greens glittering like diamonds with the drops of the rain. “Goodness gracious that the rain has stopped!” Erika commented, feeling for the first time the nice scents of those remote, untamed lands. “Oooh, can you smell it?”

“I can, sister.” Samara too seemed unusually calm and contemplative. “That’s a very nice smell of wilderness. Of fresh grass and what have you.” She closed her eyes, took deep and pleasurable sniffs of the land, then smiled. “Imagine fucking in these hills...”

“Oooh, don’t give me ideas.” After shivering and licking her lips a lot, she gave her friend a very peculiar look. On the surface, it was a happy grin, but it didn’t take long for one to see it was quite forced, as if the woman was trying to convince herself of her own happiness. “He’s got a property here, you know.”