May I talk with you for a moment?”She knitted her brow. “Well, it’s Mrs., but go ahead.”I sat down. “I noticed you trying on those Christi...an Louboutin shoes upstairs. Very nice.”Her brow knitted again. “You know those were Louboutins? Most men haven’t a clue.”“I guess I’m not most men,” I said with a grin. “They looked great on you, if only for a moment.”“Unfortunately, that’s how they’re going to look great,” she said. “Only for a moment. I’d buy them in a second if I could afford. Tegan was surprised to see this side of her, compared to her professional detachment when they’d had their windsurfing lesson earlier.“Are you gonna clean up my cunt or what?” Sally demanded of her breathlessly.“Well since you asked so nicely…” Tegan replied sarcastically, but she was already climbing over to the other lounge and down between Sally’s legs as the other woman shuffled higher up on the lounge to give her space. Aware that her freshly fucked pussy was on display oozing Hugo’s. . . cum. . . ."It was so incredibly sexy, I was holding onto her tits and she didn't even close her eyes as she came. She just kept looking at me, her eyes getting narrow just at the moment of impact."Uh, Uh," she moaned in my face. "I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . . . fuck you so . . . hard."When she stopped climaxing, DD reached down and took a hold of my cock, marveling at its size and thickness. "You're going to be very popular in college with this thing, Doug," she joked.DD took the head of. Grandpa Mercer had been a Deputy U.S. Marshall all of his adult life until he retired and started managing his ranch in Oklahoma full-time," answered Tylea proudly. "In fact, he was a fourth-generation Deputy U.S. Marshall. His great-grandfather had been the first Marshall in the family after the war." The war? The Civil War? Then, was he a slave before that?" asked Brooke, really curious and intrigued by Tylea's story now."Honey, it really should be more correctly called the War Between the.