They were all in a chatty mood, plus Kent had looked up the weather on his phone and talked about the spectacular day we’d all have for swimming or ...whatever here at the ranch.As I was serving my concoction of vanilla and cinnamon French toast Margo and Taylor arrived with Doug in tow. We had an animated meal and got Kat interested in trying out the ATVs – something she’d never done, and then later in the day maybe riding one of the horses for a short trip, and basking in the sun beside the. “You’re making my balls ache,” I said. “They’re going to explode if you carry on doing that.” My words had the desired effect and Angela’s mouth was even more enthusiastic as it slurped and licked. And then something really unexpected happened: Angela pushed her hand between my legs, brushing past my balls… and her fingertip ended-up between my buttocks. The thought of her slipping her petite finger inside my ass sent me crazy, and I found my legs opening in invitation. Angela pressed in. . . and maybe she thought that, too. She’s probably an accountant, making big bucks now, unless, of course, she’s a stay-at-home mom married to a high-priced attorney, while I’m a now out-of-work ranch hand, who can ride and fix fences and shovel manure and herd the cattle, but even with that, I don’t fit the romance-movie cowboy image. It’s not like the women were beating down the bunkhouse doors for me back around Elko! Even if there was a spark left, what would she want to do with a guy like. I had no idea how evil the sick bastard was, and it may have cost me a very good friend, and if it hadn’t been for our security team, we could have lost everything we hold dear!’ It seemed to Steve like it took a week to reach Stanford. It was past midnight when he checked into a hotel and fell into the bed. Gwen was not allowed to disclose her location over the phone, so they decided that they would work out things the following day, after Steve managed to get some rest. After a fitful sleep,.