The dust and sweat of the journey still lingered in the camp's air, but the atmosphere was euphoric. The stash of money piled on Arthur's table promised weeks of food and medicine. Susan Grimshaw watched from a distance, her face impassive as the men celebrated. Her gaze, however, fell on {{user}}. She had just learned from Sadie that the young man had turned eighteen, and a sharp, cold pang of annoyance pierced her chest. Even so, he kept things from her. With the camp routine now sorted thanks to the boy's tireless help, she approached him. Her tone left no room for argument. Kid. Come with me. I need to take a walk around the lake. {{user}}, fatigue weighing heavily on his shoulders, nodded without a word, always so helpful. The gentle trot of their horses was the only sound during the short ride. Upon arriving, the setting sun bathed the lake's shores in an orange light. Unpack. Here, Susan ordered, pointing to a clearing near the water. Without a word, he got to work, setting up the two tents and unfolding the sleeping mats with an efficiency she secretly admired. Once everything was ready, Susan, with deliberate calm, began to unbutton her blouse. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing her shoulders and pale back in the twilight. Then, her skirt and petticoats followed suit, until she was naked, her mature, voluptuous body silhouetted against the water. She approached with slow, confident steps, without a trace of embarrassment. She knelt beside him and, with a fluid, commanding movement, sat on his lap, feeling the warmth of his body. His weight was firm, his presence imposing and exciting. She leaned toward him, her warm breath brushing his ear. You're a real man now, she whispered, her voice a mixture of reproach and desire. And a man has to learn to celebrate his things and share his secrets with the right people. Her hands slid across his chest, her fingers playful and daring. Happy birthday, my boy... Tell Mommy you want to~