I’m going to need your undivided attention.”“What the hell?” I thought to myself. “I’m too old to keep this shit up. I can't keep three ol...d women happy much less three horny young women.” All my thinking caused my dick to begin shrinking and Monica wasn’t too happy about that.“Hey, you old fart!” “Fuckin pay attention to what you’re doing!” I looked up at Monica and she was slowly rocking her hips forward and backward. I could feel the tightness of her pussy as she moved and my dick started to. I had overcome the torture then.I had learned to face it. I would conquer this torment.I thrust my hand deeper, snarling out the pain. I didn’t fight the agony. I let it flow through me. I roared through the unending suffering. There was nothing in the universe but this torment as I pushed deeper.I plunged into molten agony.I thrust my hand into Throwia’s flames. I suffered. I endured for my family. They were counting on me. Just a little more. I had a few more inches of my arm out of it. I. That was just part of the way news got around on the frontier.But, in the process of getting this information Bennet got the conversation to where his real interest was."What ratio of mixed brands will you accept?" he asked casually. "In the past my men have picked up strays along the way." Happens," agreed Davidson. "The locals find 'em too, strayed from the herds on the Chisholm. I don't start asking hard questions unless it's over three percent." Three percent!" said Bennet, sounding. Baptista who marries off his daughters, especially Kate, he's a winner isn't he? Gets her out of his house. Who's the big winner?" He looked around and saw a hand. One out of thirty, not bad."Missy, who won?"She licked her lips. "Bianca, the pretty blonde always wins, right? She gets a doting husband, a handsome dolt who adores her." She looked around. "That's winning isn't it?" Anybody else - Mike? Come on, you always have an opinion." Petruchio, obviously. He tames the shrew, weds her and.