StumblingFillies

  I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road, When along came not a semi with a high and canvas covered load, but a pink cadillac convertible. Hank Snow’s I’ve been everywhere was playing on the radio. But I’d never seen something quite like this. The driver was a blond, long waxy hair, Jes, joudging by the dainty gold necklace on her chest. Jess wore a sky blue bikini, with a silver chain hanning just above her belly pierced belly button. Retro round wire frame glasses sat on Jes’s nose.  In the back seat, sat a red head, wavy hair just grazing her shoulders. A pearl necklace and gold pendant hung on her neck, hoop earrings from her ears. A green bikini clung to her. Also in the back seat was an Asian girl-strait black hair hanging loose, with bangs just above her eyebrows. A red bikini showed off her surprisingly curvy body. Gold hoops and a necklace similar to Jes’s but too far away to read, hung from her neck.  “Hi, wee havve ann esstra seed, wanna cum?,” th...

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  The moon hung low over the misty hills of the North Carolina backwoods, casting a silvery glow on the hidden clearing where the McCoy sisters ran their illicit operation. June, Mae, and April had inherited the family still from their pa, turning it into a thriving enterprise that kept the county buzzed and their pockets lined. The air was thick with the sweet, fermented scent of corn mash bubbling in the copper pot, steam rising like forbidden whispers into the night. June McCoy, the youngest at 18, wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, her blonde hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. She wore her signature overalls with nothing underneath, the straps barely containing her ample breasts as she bent over to stir the mash. Her toned stomach glistened under the lantern light, and her big butt swayed hypnotically with each movement. "Whoo-wee, sisters! This batch is gonna be smoother than a preacher's lie," she drawled, her voice laced with that perpetual ...