He always rubbed my shoulders or patted me on the back, while making these remarks. One day he put his arms around me and gave me a big kiss, I was so... surprised when he did that, but he went into his room, before I could say anything. When he came out he put his arms around me and kissed me again, I kissed him back. He slowly rubbed my tits and ass, I was so hot that I helped him take my clothes off, as we went into his bedroom, and by the time I was naked on his water bed, he was naked too,. There werent that many unattached women in my area that fitted the bill. I live in a provincial town and so its hardly sin city so that wasnt any great surprise. Any women that were around were understandably careful and picky. And it seemed they wanted younger well hung guys. Well I didnt fill either criteria being on the wrong side of a half century and , I have to admit, not that well endowed.There was one woman who seemed to be interested, but in the end nothing came from it. Both of us. We didn't do any of the regular cowboy stuff, our sole job was to keep rustlers away from the cattle. The only problem was, we were on duty pretty much 24 hours a day, so it did cut into our personal time. We had a little shack out on the range away from the main ranch house complex, so we were sort of acting like any other married couple, except that we both rode out on patrol.The secret of our success, such as it was, was that we had no rigid schedule for our patrols. Sometimes we went out in. This couldn't possibly be true. I shook my head to clear the brain butjust as surely several other parts shook too. In opposite directions.My chest and my hair both moved some considerable time after I hadshaken.There was absolutely no doubt about it now. These things were real. Andenormous.And the fuzz. That was hair. Hair on my own head.Brunette hair too. And long. Very long.I could manage to sit on some of it while sitting upright in the bed.And those on my chest. I had seen them.