You know how to please a cock.Thank you, Brandon. I rubbed my hand over his bulge. The thought of your cock makes me so horny.Since your mouth is so g...ood a pleasing my cock, maybe your ass is too.I stopped rubbing him, I don’t know, Brandon. I don’t know if I can do that.Why? He asked.Well…I’ve never done that before and it’s probably going to hurt.I’ll take care of you, baby. We can start out small, like my finger and work up to it. I promise, I’ll take care of you. If you want to stop we can. He pulled the horse around and, holding tight to the saddle horn with one hand, trotted up the hill toward the wheat field."You shouldn't have done that," said Bella. Her heart wasn't seized any longer. It was beating like mad in her chest now, and there were tears in her eyes."A proper cowboy has to have a proper horse," he said again. He climbed down and opened a saddle bag. "Got something for the ladies too," he said.He pulled out two flat packages, wrapped in brown paper and tied with. His full deep voice fills the room as if it is the only thing in my world. " thank you im very pleased with her". My world fills with the light of his praise. Though it is intrupted by a sudden wet mouth over my nipple. A tounge brushes my nipple sending a warm fire to my loins. My pussy is screaming to be filled. Hands dissappear from my other glorious mound only to be replaced by another mouth. This one is not as gentle he has a scratchy beard that roughly rubbs and he swaps from sucking to. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..