I followed some tracks and it looks like they are runnin' 'em down to Kremmling to sell."I thought about it for a while. "But if they go that way, wou...ldn't they have to cross MacPherson's ranch?" Damn straight," he said with a grin. Breakin' Colin's jaw had made me popular with all the cowhands.I went around and talked to some of the neighborin' ranchers, especially the ones that had been losin' stock. We made our plans and a week later we had their campsite surrounded when the cold light of. "Who taught you that?" She pushed her vagina even harder into my face. I suddenly realized she was trying to force me to give it up, but her legs and belly were writhing uncontrollably; she couldn't have known how sweet it felt to taste this woman after so long, so many mornings tracing her thighs up into her shorts, her breasts beneath her armpits. "You..." she huffed, "you big liar...you said...you didn't...ahn...ahh..." I'd never heard her this way. She sounded vulnerable, almost upset. But. They were a little disappointed at first, but with the assurance that we would have lots for them to do later, they ran off to get started on their regular morning chores. As the boys ran off to do our bidding, Grandpa and I entered the shed where we had hidden my truck. It was time to decide which parts we could use to make the new wagons better. I told Grandpa about my ideas of possibly using the windows and skylights, tarred around the edges to seal them. Then I showed him some of the other. ” It is so hot and heavy in my hand. I gaze at the bulbous head, pulsing and throbbing as I pump him, a little moisture appearing at the opening. I lean over and taste it with the tip of my tongue, salty and gooey. Frank tugs at the knot holding my shirt together under my boobs and it gives way easily, letting them fall free. He cups one, squeezing and fondling and I feel my nipple harden in the palm of his hand. I lick around the head of his cock slowly. Franks moans lightly as I taste him,.