The long days on the California trail continued. The wagon train had entered the dangerous Apache country, and there was a sense of nervousness among all the travelers; all of them, that is, except for Emma and Luke. Traveling apart from each other, never speaking to anyone about their chance encounter at the riverbank, they were nevertheless daily absorbed in thought about what had happened.
Emma, though very much preoccupied with her own new-found self-discovery about sexual stimulation, had never given any thought to the possibility that other people might be doing the same thing. Somehow she thought she had discovered masturbation on her own. After seeing that young man pleasuring himself by the riverbank, Emma cursed her parents for letting her grow up so ignorant and sheltered. Still, looking back on that incident afterwards always made her pussy wet. She couldn’t help it, though she tried unsuccessfully to not think about it.
Luke, on the other hand, had been thinking of Emma for many weeks. He had been re-living a night of forbidden pleasure with that Kansas City saloon girl, but had always imagined that it was Emma who had been pleasuring him so lovingly. Now, his fantasy illusion had been spoiled – he was sure Emma hated him now.
This was the state of things that fateful day in October of 1847, as the weary travelers reached the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. In another week, they would be grateful to have left Apache country behind them; on the other hand, the mountains, though the last obstacle on their westward journey, were certainly a formidable one.
As the desert desolation began to give way to more hospitable scenery, Emma had begun to explore on her own during the late afternoon hours. Riding off to investigate her surroundings, she began to ignore the dangers of being alone, and had begun to ride so far that she often lost sight of the wagon train.
No one but Emma knew the real reason that she wanted to be alone. More than once, Emma had succumbed to sexual temptation while riding alone in the desert.
Out of sight of her fellow travelers, Emma loosened every button on her shirt and trousers. Remaining on horseback, she loved the feel of the warm sun on her exposed breasts, bouncing as she rode. With one hand on the reins, her other hand reached down to pleasure her pussy. Emma loved the feel of her creamy wetness flowing over her fingers as she rode.
With her hand wedged between her wet mound and the saddle, Emma was excited by the way the energy of her galloping horse pounded upward through the sturdy but supple leather. It didn’t take long for her pleasure to mount into an overwhelming orgasm. She had done this many times during her westward journey and never got tired of it.
Emma rode on and on into the hills, fingering her pussy and actually cumming several times; it felt so good today, she wanted it to never stop. Finally, coming onto a small stream at the entrance to a canyon, Emma decided it was time to clean up and head back to the wagons. She dismounted and loosely draped the horse’s reins over a nearby tree limb and wandered up into the canyon. Splashing some water over her face and neck, she soon cooled off some of the heat she had generated during her late afternoon of sexual indulgence.
Buttoned up now and ready to return home, Emma suddenly noticed that the sky had turned dark with storm clouds. As she neared the mouth of the canyon, she saw her horse was tugging nervously at the reins, and suddenly let out a frightened whinny. Looking up at the side of the cliff, Emma saw the outline of a big cat – a panther was about to attack her horse!
Letting out a shriek of terror, Emma’s horse broke free and ran off into the hills, quickly disappearing from her sight. Emma was terrified; she was alone in this forbidding canyon, and it was rapidly growing dark. She was afraid to try to make her way into the hills beyond, knowing that a huge predatory cat was nearby.
Emma began to realize, too late, that she had committed a huge blunder. With the sky totally obscured by dark clouds, there was no way for Emma even to know east from west. The entrance to the canyon was surrounded by low hills in every direction, and Emma had foolishly paid no attention to landmarks as she rode. She had always relied on her horse to find its way back to the wagons.
Now, she was trapped, lost, and totally alone in the growing darkness. Fortunately, in her pockets she had a few matches and a couple of bites of food; she figured she could make it through the night, then she might be in real trouble. Emma managed to get a fire going and resolved to stay awake as long as she could. She knew that the fire would keep predators away; but she could only hope that the smoke might attract rescuers before it attracted the attention of any Apache scouts.
* * * * *
Back at the wagon train, Luke rode up and down as he usually did late in the afternoons, making sure everyone was doing OK and was ready to make preparations to stop for the night. When he saw Emma’s uncle, he asked for Emma’s whereabouts – in the dangerous Apache country they were traveling in, everyone was supposed to stay close to the wagons.
“Oh, she went off on one of her afternoon rides” Emma’s uncle told Luke. “You know how she is – she likes to explore. She always comes right back.” Luke reminded Emma’s uncle that this Apache country was dangerous, especially for a young woman riding alone.
“And don’t forget about that outcropping of hills we just passed” Luke said. “That’s the canyon entrance we’ve been watching for – they don’t call that place Panther Canyon for nothing! I sure hope she didn’t head in that direction.”
Luke searched up and down the wagon train in vain – there was no sign of Emma. As darkness fell, a sense of worry fell over the encampment and all the men discussed how to go out searching for her. Hoping that she would be able to take care of herself overnight, and knowing that Emma surely had some supplies in her horse’s saddlebags, they agreed that it would be useless to search in the dark. It was decided that a lone rider would head out in the morning; Luke volunteered.
Emma’s uncle had to stay with his wagon and continue the journey, but he promised that Luke would receive a handsome reward for Emma’s safe return.
* * * * *
As dawn broke, the encampment began to stir, and soon the wagon train was headed westward again. Luke searched anxiously for clues as the wagons disappeared over the horizon. He knew Emma was in real trouble if she had gotten herself all turned around and lost in those hills, especially if she was in the vicinity of Panther Canyon. And if she had been foolish enough to start a fire, he feared that the local Apaches would find her. If that happened, no one would ever see Emma again.
After hours of searching, Luke squinted into the late morning sun and thought he saw a figure on the horizon. His heart was pounding; Luke was a great horseman, but didn’t feel very confident about using a gun against an attacking war party. Nevertheless, he pushed ahead, hoping he had stumbled onto Emma at last.
As he got closer, he was relieved and disappointed at the same time. It was a riderless horse – Emma’s horse! Luke was thankful not to be encountering any Apaches, but now he was more concerned than ever about Emma. Had she been abducted? Or maybe hurt and unable to ride? Seeing that her horse was slightly injured, he quickly did what he could to bandage the sore foreleg. Taking the horse’s reins, he pushed on urgently in hopes of finding some sign of Emma.
* * * * *
Emma awoke, stiff and sore, lying next to the side of the cliff in a dark corner of the canyon. She was so cold, and hungry and scared. Looking out at the mouth of the canyon, she saw no sign of danger, but she was terrified that a panther could jump out from the shadows at any time. But she knew no one would ever find her here, hidden by the canyon walls. She knew she would have to get out onto the desert floor and take her chances.
Summoning all her courage and strength, she cautiously crept out of the canyon and began to stumble along beside the meandering creek. She had no food, but at least there was water – she could keep going on foot for a while, at least until her strength gave out. The storm clouds of the previous night had gone, and it was a cool bright morning. Emma headed west, hoping that someone from the wagon train would be out on the desert searching for her.
* * * * *
It was mid-afternoon when Luke found Emma – she had collapsed on a hillside next to the stream bed, too exhausted to continue. Luke wasn’t sure if she was even alive at first. She looked so beautiful lying there, dusty and dirty though she was. Luke took his canteen and poured a trickle of water across Emma’s lips; to his relief she stirred and regained consciousness.
“You!” Emma exclaimed, wide-eyed. “You came after me!” As Luke kneeled beside her, she threw her arms around him and kept saying “Thank you, thank you” over and over – her hugs felt so good to Luke. He helped her to her feet, found a shady spot near the stream, and watched Emma regain her strength as they shared the food he had brought. As she began to smile and tell Luke of how she had spent the night in Panther Canyon, he told her over and over how lucky she had been.
“I’m lucky you found me” Emma smiled. “ I don’t know how I can ever say thank you enough! But now I guess we need to be trying to catch up to the wagon train. How long do you think it will take?” Luke replied that they would have to spend one night out on the desert, and by the end of the second day they should be able to overtake the wagons.
“Your horse is too lame to be ridden” Luke told her. “You’ll have to ride with me.” Soon she was up on the saddle with Luke, sitting behind him with her arms wrapped around his chest. On through the late afternoon sun they rode, talking and trying to get to know each other.
Emma was struck by the easy way Luke handled the horses, almost as if he communicated directly with them, silently. Luke was rapidly becoming her hero, her savior; she wanted to find out all about him. They talked for hours as they rode on together, until they became very comfortable with each other. Emma was surprised by Luke, realizing that there was much more to him than she had expected. She had thought him to be nothing but a brute, but now realized that he was smart and sensitive.
Luke felt just as surprised by Emma; he realized that he had been very wrong in his judgment of her. She was not a spoiled rich brat; she was a very funny and intelligent young girl who was obviously enjoying his company. Eventually – inevitably – their conversation turned to that day when Emma had happened upon Luke, masturbating by the riverbank.
Both of them were embarrassed at first to even discuss it, but they were soon both laughing about the incident. Luke apologized for frightening her, and Emma said she was sorry about her angry reaction. In fact, when Luke confessed he had taken his cock out to relieve himself because he had been thinking about Emma, she was amazed. She even managed to take it as a compliment, though it was a pretty raunchy one, to say the least!
It wasn’t long before they were sharing their own masturbatory fantasies. Emma told Luke about her almost daily rides, finger-fucking herself while she was in the saddle. She even told him about that medicine bottle she had tucked under pillow back home; she often used it late at night when she felt that she needed something thick and hard inside her pussy.
Emma and Luke rode on toward the setting sun, deliberately teasing each other with ever more brazen comments about their sexual experiments. It was Emma who finally gave in to temptation. Her breasts pressed tightly against Luke from behind, her legs spread wide around him, she was conscious now of her pussy, tingling and starting to flow with wetness. She had been aroused by their increasingly erotic conversation.
No longer able to hold back, she apologized again for interrupting Luke at the riverbank, and told him that she felt obligated to finish what he started. Besides, she had been trying to find a way to thank him for saving her life – maybe this was a good way to start! Luke was shocked as her hands, which had been hugging him tightly as they rode, slowly slid down across his body and down to his crotch. Emma was rubbing him through the heavy denim fabric and could tell that Luke was already hard.
Luke groaned as Emma undid the top button – then another, then another. Pausing in between buttons, she squeezed and rubbed his cock through his jeans, their bodies rocking gently together as they rode on.
The erotic massage was perfectly in rhythm to the up and down motions of the saddle. The rhythm of the horse’s gait exactly matched Emma’s urgent desire to caress Luke’s manhood – steady, strong, insistent. Soon Emma had unbuttoned Luke and reached down, eager to find out what a real man’s cock felt like – it was even more wonderful than she had imagined.
Scooping up Luke’s balls with one hand and gripping his shaft with the other, she lifted him up and out of his jeans and marveled at how his dick stood straight out on its own. Squeezing and stroking, she asked Luke if she was doing in right. Luke, almost unable to speak, just said “Yes – yes, please don’t stop!” Emma remembered how strong and hard Luke had been pumping his dick by the riverbank that day. Now she tried to do the same to this wonderfully strong hard shaft, using her tiny hands.
Luke suddenly jumped up out of the saddle, standing straight up in the stirrups and letting out a loud moan. He lifted Emma up with him; she hung on tightly, wrapping her legs around him as she madly stroked Luke’s cock. She couldn’t see what was happening; but Luke’s body began to spasm, and she could feel a pulsing sensation in his cock as Luke’s pent-up load of cum was released.
Reaching around to feel her fingertips tucked underneath his balls, she could feel the pumping sensation at the base of his cock. Luke kept urging her not to stop; she saw streams of cum flying out into the desert air as her hands kept on stroking. Soon, she felt the sticky warm liquid pouring across her fingers, the last of Luke’s cum oozing from the shaft as she milked him dry. She coated the shaft of his dick with the slippery cream, and held on tightly as Luke slowly lowered himself back into the saddle, breathing hard.
For a moment, neither of them said anything – what had just happened took them both by surprise. One thing they were both sure of: they couldn’t stop now. Hardly able to speak about what was to come, their imaginations ran wild with thoughts of what the evening might bring. Seeing that the sun would be down soon, Luke told Emma it was time to make camp. She helped button up his jeans as best she could, and they stopped to unpack their supplies.
After a while, with a good fire going, in a secluded spot where Luke was sure they’d be safe for the night, Emma and Luke shared their first kiss. It was a perfect and tender kiss, a gesture of intimacy and desire shared by first-time lovers.
Luke was falling in love with a beautiful girl, someone he had thought he would never get a chance to know.
That first night in the desert together, they began what would become a lifetime of sexual exploration. Luke wanted to be gentle, knowing it was Emma’s first time. But he soon discovered that Emma wanted their first time together to be wild and passionate; she wanted to celebrate the joyous end of years of frustration.
They kissed urgently as they helped each other undress and were soon totally naked, groping and caressing each other beneath the blankets. Luke’s fingers were probing the soft wetness of Emma’s pussy; she moaned breathlessly as he sucked gently on her erect and tingling nipples. And she cried out in pained ecstasy as she felt his cock slide deep inside her – their bodies melted together so beautifully. Their first fuck felt like a train roaring past; the intensity of their passion was an unstoppable force of raw power and came in a rush. Their cries of passion quickly built, then echoed and died away in the desert night.
Emma kissed Luke hungrily after their first shared orgasm had passed. It felt so good, better than anything she had ever felt alone; and she was instantly ready for more. Overcome with lust, she threw off the blankets and pushed Luke onto his back. By the light of the dying campfire, Luke looked up in amazement at Emma’s beautiful naked body. She climbed on top of him, her thighs spread, straddling him just like she did her saddle during those long afternoon rides.
Emma laughed as she told Luke how incredibly better this was than masturbating in the saddle – this time she had something nice and thick and hard to bounce up and down on! Luke was in heaven, as Emma thrust her beautiful breasts into his face and fucked herself wildly. He was amazed at the lusty way Emma attacked his cock with her tight wet pussy; before long he had grabbed her by the waist and began to thrust upward as she continued to ride him.
He was sucking hard and biting on Emma’s nipples, as she screamed and felt her pussy milk a second load of hot cum from Luke’s balls. The two young lovers lay there, breathless, letting the cool night air bring them back to their senses. Soon they retrieved the blankets and wrapped themselves around each other in loving tenderness, sharing their warmth and marveling at the way their bodies had become one under the stars.
Emma knew she would carry the memory of this day with her forever. She had started the morning hungry and cold, afraid and alone. Long after she had lost all hope, she had met someone who would come to be her lifetime lover; and they had finished the day in sharing their emotions and passions in the most intimate way possible. After a whirlwind day of excitement and surprises, they soon passed into a long night of exhausted sleep.
* * * * *
As they rode on the next morning, Emma recalled that Luke had told her that they would catch up to the wagon train by nightfall. As she held him tightly in the saddle, both of them loving the way her firm breasts pressed into his strong body, she began to think more and more of the wonders they had experienced the night before. She decided that rejoining her uncle on the wagon train was something that needed to be put off for one more day.
“Luke” she said, “just because we find the wagons today doesn’t mean they have to know we’ve caught up to them, right? Can’t we just stay out of sight and spend one more night together out here – alone?” Luke laughed and told her that he had been thinking the same thing. In fact, there were still at least a couple of things that he wanted to do with Emma that they hadn’t yet tried. Despite her questions, he wouldn’t say any more than that. He just wanted her to know that there would be even more fun in store tonight.
Emma was turned on by Luke’s teasing, wondering what surprises he had in store. She suddenly asked him to let her sit in front for a change – she wanted to feel Luke behind her, wrapping his arms around her body. But what she really wanted was to do a little teasing of her own.
As she took the reins and settled into the saddle, she purposely squirmed a little more than was necessary and rubbed her tight little butt back against Luke. He responded by leaning forward and kissing her neck, and it wasn’t long before his hands were caressing her breasts as they continued to ride. Luke’s cock was getting hard as he cradled Emma’s feminine form against his body.
“Oh Luke, that feels so good” she murmured. “It’s even better than when I would ride in the fields naked, pleasuring myself until it overwhelmed me. I want to stop and make love to you again – don’t you want that, Luke?” Luke told her they couldn’t afford to stop – but he definitely wanted her to show him what she meant by “naked riding”.
Emma laughed and said she would love to let him see. They stopped for just a minute and Luke sat there flabbergasted as Emma dismounted and began to strip. Off came the boots, the jeans, the shirt – then she stuffed her clothes into a saddlebag and put her boots back on! Luke was almost too stunned to move at first, but then he helped Emma back onto the saddle in front of him; she was wearing nothing but her boots and her hat.
Emma loved the feel of Luke’s hands urgently massaging her tits, and she started telling Luke how she enjoyed the feel of her dripping wetness, pooling onto the leather of the saddle. She showed him how she liked to ride while rubbing herself and sliding her fingertips between her wet lips, the movement of the saddle forcing her fingers deeper and deeper.
Soon she had grabbed hold of the saddle horn and raised herself up and leaned forward – Emma loved rubbing her pussy against the horn of the saddle as it rocked beneath her. Her pussy was gushing wet; her pussy cream flowed down her thighs. She was so excited to be masturbating as Luke sat behind her, watching everything she was doing.
Suddenly Luke’s hands let go of her – Emma was lost in her own rising orgasmic sensations and didn’t even notice at first. She just kept grinding her pussy against the saddle, her ass raised up, her toes pointing and pushing hard against the stirrups. She was getting close to cumming; then she turned around to see what Luke was doing, and cried out in astonishment.
Luke had unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his huge cock and balls – he was fully hard and ready to fuck! Emma froze, her legs stiff, her naked ass quivering as she strained to lean forward in the saddle.
“You don’t really want to finish just by using that saddle, do you?” Luke asked, smiling and gripping his cock with one hand and placing the other hand lightly on Emma’s waist. He could feel her trembling; he sensed that she needed very badly to cum hard, and soon. “Here” he said – “This will feel much better than that old saddle!”
Emma groaned as he guided her back into his lap, her pussy sliding wetly down onto Luke’s stiff, throbbing cock. She was instantly impaled by all seven inches of his hard manhood, and began to cum almost right away. Luke’s hands resumed his loving massage of Emma’s warm sunbathed tits, and silently urged the horse into a trot. The bouncing gait of the horse made Emma pound up and down on Luke’s cock; she lost control and began to scream. It was the strongest orgasm she had yet experienced; she came and came with an agonized wail of pleasure.
Luke’s thrusts added to the movement of the horse beneath them; Emma reached down between her thighs and felt Luke’s balls under her ass as he continued to ream her pussy. She loved the feeling of being stretched by his wonderful hard shaft. Soon Emma felt the warmth of Luke’s hot load being pumped deep inside her gushing wet hole.
Luke eased the horse to a stop and held Emma tightly for a moment, letting the moment pass silently. His cock kept pumping and jerking inside of her; Emma felt spasms of pleasure as the walls of her pussy milked the shaft of Luke’s cock. Finally, it was over, and Luke reminded her that they would probably find the wagon train soon – if somebody spotted them, Emma would want to be wearing more than just her boots and hat. What would her uncle say?
They both had a good laugh as Emma got dressed – soon they were on their way again, Emma behind Luke, her arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace. As the shadows began to lengthen, unmistakable signs appeared from over the horizon – they had almost caught up with the wagon train. But they had no intention of being seen by anyone before morning. The trail through the foothills was definitely fresh, and there was smoke up ahead – the pioneer travelers were setting up camp for the night. Emma and Luke, their minds ablaze with all that had already happened, sensed that tonight would be even better.
From the crest of a hill, Luke and Emma peered down and saw their fellow travelers below. All looked well, and it would be such a relief to camp for the night knowing that their companions were nearby. But the two young lovers wanted one more night to themselves. They could tell by the direction of the wind that they could build their own fire without the smoke being seen by the others. Before long, they had watched the sun set over the approaching Sierra Nevada, and lay side by side beneath the stars.
Luke could hardly believe the passion and almost out-of-control lust that Emma had displayed since they had first kissed and touched. But he knew that she was still very inexperienced and naïve. As for Luke, he didn’t have much more experience than Emma; but he had certainly learned a lot from that saloon girl in Kansas City. Everything Luke knew about lovemaking, he had learned from “Princess” that night back in K.C.
Tonight, under the stars, by the light of the flickering campfire, Luke introduced Emma to the wonders of oral sex. Emma had gone so quickly from pleasuring her pussy with her own hands, then Luke’s hands, then his amazing cock – she hadn’t given any thought to doing it any other way. But Luke was in love with Emma – and the loving, almost worshipful way he kissed and licked and sucked at her pussy soon made Emma feel as though she were floating.
It was unlike any orgasm she had yet experienced, as Emma lay back under the night sky and let Luke bury his face in her wetness and send her into ecstasy. When he had finished, she marveled at the taste of her own pussy on his lips as they kissed. “I can’t believe how wet you are, all over your face” she said, blushing in the darkness.
Luke took Emma’s hand and guided it to his cock, rock hard and pulsing as he lay beside her. She squeezed and stroked his shaft as they continued to kiss. “Oh yes, Emma” he said, “the wetter it is, the better it feels.” Suddenly Emma’s eyes grew wide – she understood what he meant! Just as Luke’s mouth had enjoyed the wetness from Emma’s pussy, Luke’s cock was dying to enjoy the wetness from Emma’s own mouth.
She was trembling, unsure of herself for the first time with Luke. “I – I don’t really know – I don’t know how to do it, really, Luke….” But she was stroking and loving the feel of his stiffness.
“Don’t worry, my love” Luke said, smiling. “Just show me you love me and it will be fine!” Emma crawled to a position where Luke’s throbbing hardness was bobbing right in front of her face. She kissed the head of his cock; he seemed to like it so she kept doing it as she caressed the shaft. She began to lick, and marveled at the sudden swelling she had caused – she could feel Luke’s cock getting even harder.
Luke sighed in satisfaction and gave her another gentle reminder: “The wetter it is, the better it feels”. Emma knew now just what to do. She opened her mouth, amazed at how big the mushroom head of Luke’s cock had grown; she surrounded it with her lips and teased the head with her twirling tongue. It was so perfect, and she could taste a salty creamy substance leaking from the slit.
Luke groaned and she could tell he wanted more; she opened her mouth wide and immediately felt her mouth overflowing. She couldn’t keep from drooling and there was no way to swallow – she let her saliva flow down the shaft and onto Luke’s balls. She felt Luke’s body tense as his hands gripped her shoulders; he was pulling her in farther.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Emma took half of Luke’s dick into her mouth and started to pump the slippery wet shaft. She knew what was about to happen; she began to suck hard and pump him as hard as she could. A sudden shot of cum hit Emma in the back of her throat; she choked and pulled away but kept stroking. She was amazed at the sight of Luke’s spurting cock, right in front of her face, shooting streams of cum all over her naked breasts.
* * * * *
Luke and Emma spent the night on the desert floor, comforted by the nearness of their friends and neighbors just over the hill. They never forgot the sense of isolation out there under the night sky, together with the peaceful feeling that home and family were nearby. They made love throughout out the night, falling asleep in each other’s arms, waking again to share their newfound love.
* * * * *
In the years that followed, Emma and Luke found that they had been among the first of millions of hardy pioneers that helped build the state of California. With help from the generous financial reward from Emma’s grateful family, Luke and Emma went on to build a life together. Two years after their arrival, gold was discovered in 1849; soon the whole world seemed bound for their back door.
Luke and Emma raised a family and enjoyed a long, comfortable and happy life. For generations, the story was passed on about great-grandpa Luke and how he had saved great-grandma Emma from the dangers of Panther Canyon. Elaborate tales were passed on to the young folks, about the dangers they had encountered out there on the trail, desperately trying to catch up to the wagon train as they avoided the Apaches.
Naturally, Luke and Emma always smiled as they heard their grandchildren retelling and embellishing the stories. Of course, there were things – many, many things – that Luke and Emma kept to themselves about their first days of love out in the wilderness. But they often confided to each other that they both remembered every detail, as if it had all happened yesterday.
Still, Luke kept some things to himself. His grandchildren always asked him, “Why do you sometimes call grandma ‘Princess’?” Luke just smiled and didn’t answer; Emma knew it was a term of endearment, and didn’t ask any questions. They were in love, and lived a happy life together, long enough to see the marvels of California in the twentieth century.
The tale of Luke and Emma is still told today, six generations later. Among their many descendants were Californians from every walk of life. The later generations never knew any of the intimate details of how Emma and Luke fell in love on their way through the desert; but everyone knew the story of the great feeling of relief as they rejoined their companions and moved on to the final stage of their California journey.
Maybe you’ve even heard of a songwriter in their family who was inspired by the tale of Emma and Luke. It was a tale of young love, blooming in the desert under the night sky. The feeling was perfectly captured in a song: “I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight – with a billion stars all around.” It was a tender love story that was told for generations, about a feeling of sweet togetherness that lasted for the rest of their lives.
Like the song says, it was a peaceful, easy feeling…
