After the dim light of the wagon, even the evening sun was sharp and braying against Summer’s eyes as she clambered to the ground, made even worse by the glare off the polished granite mounting rising sharply to the north of the small trading post.
“This is where we part.” Kane said down to her from his perch on the ware wagon. “I expect a wagon heading north will come through here soon, but we’re heading west from here, I’m afraid.”
Summer nodded dully, satisfied from her journey, but very, very tired.
“And although I haven’t spoken with the girl yet, from the sound that wagon made all the way up here, I expect Percy will be keeping his gold.” he added with a grin.
“Glad to hear it.” Autumn said with a smile as she hopped down from the wagon.
While a touch of magic had cleaned the sisters up a little, her hair was still tangled with dried, drying and fresh globs of cum, but Autumn seemed not to care. Putting a hand to her own hair, Summer realised that she was probably not looking much better.