I worried the entire drive to the restaurant. Maybe I should have worn the green slacks. The blue skirt looked more casual but the brown dress was sex...ier. The red was quite flashy even though I felt confident in it. However, if I went for the sexy look he might think I was coming on to him. Before I stopped second-guessing my outfit, I was there.The middle of the week usually meant a lighter crowd but not this week. Their parking lot was packed, but I finally found a spot one block down. I. "Sir, the Lady Sir!" She dropped her voice, barely audible over the steady roar of the tavern. "It be'd her husband, he's right knocked. If ya' know what I mean? We are going to his mothers where I believe he wants the gentle Lady disposed of Sir!"I was a little taken back, "Disposed of? What do you mean woman?" It was a very stern voice I used with that maid."I mean Sir, he wants a d'vorce." I had to sigh with relief, I had thought she meant... well you know. A divorce was possible since King. His hand pulled more length and girth into the shaft. The size confused my brain the way funhouse mirrors would. Nobody can have a cock that big, I thought.It straightened and jerked upward against its weight. What was he doing, I wondered? Was it possible I’d get to see that thing fully erect, and him stroking it until a load of cum splattered the wall behind the toilet? His expression made me wonder if he had seen me peeking? I eased out of the bar of light into the darkness, then rushed back. We can let the cattle rest here today," Emerson decided. "I'll ride back with you." Would you mind very much, Boss, if Cathy and I rode with you?" Maria asked Emerson. "We could use the break."Tom quickly added, "Count me in, too. How about you, Bob?" We have to leave a crew to watch the herd," protested Emerson."Go ahead," it was Pat Casey. "You youngsters will enjoy it. The rest of us can manage here."Emerson knew he had no good reason to refuse Maria's request, but felt reluctant to take the.