Time and time again I chatted to Rob. Describing to him what I wanted to do to him. With him. Getting incredibly turned on as we chatted about it. Mas...turbating simultaneously with him as we typed. We shared countless orgasms. One day as we chatted, as we told each other how turned on we were, as we described our state of arousal, he asked me to send him a photograph. I had always needed the anonymity of the internet but the thought of showing myself to him was overwhelming. With a little. ”“I hope you can convince him that he and I are riding for the same brand now, I’d hate to kill a man that was working for you.”Tom and Cal walked out and put their maps in their saddle bags. They mounted up and started back out the way they came in. This time there was no confrontation.The two young men rode west on the main trail and saw field after field of crops planted. The wheat crop was about ready to harvest and the stalks were drying down to a golden brown.They stopped under a big oak. Knowing he couldn’t have enough of her lips and tongue running the shaft and balls of his cock, she slowly immersed it into the warmth of her mouth, letting her lips smack against the shaft and the head as she would move her head back and forth over it. He let his hands move through her hair and watched as she performed on his cock. It disappearing into her orifice of her warm wet mouth and he could only think of her wet pussy. Licking his cock excited her and she could tell her pussy was. I was surprised, but then again it was a strange crowd. "Yes,"Wilma answered."And how about you," the stranger asked."Yes I have been working on it as well," I replied."You are going to be glad that you did," she said with a laugh. Then she just walked away."What was that all about," I asked."How would I know, these are your friends," Wilma said."They might be my friends, but you seem to be right into it. I can't believe you wore your running clothes," I laughed at her as I had done in the.