.. like you do for me and beg her to lick your pussy? How did it feel when she flicked her tongue over your juicy little clit? Loud murmurs of dissent... fill the room, trying to refute my claims, but they sound suspiciously like moans of pleasure. I keep up my interrogation. “Did she slide her long slender fingers up your cunt or is she so depraved that she fingered your arse?” As I’m saying this I press my own thumb against your back door and feel you stiffen. “No, no, no!" You exclaim.. His own pistol was on the ground beside him. He was holding his wound with both hands and didn't make a move toward his weapon."Well boys, you got me. Don't have much fight left in me," the man said as the two young men got closer."I'll be damned," Josh said. Turning to Red he continued, "Its John Fogerty himself." Red picked up the man's pistol and tucked it under his own belt."Do I know you boy? I've seen you somewhere before," Fogerty said."It's Josh Kelly from Missouri, Fogerty." Red saw. He took her hand and she helped him to his feet. Introductions were made and she said her name was Vicki. Apparently she had also been called in and was going to be finishing the shift with John. They both just looked at each other for a moment, until a cough from a patron a few aisles over brought them out of their trance.They both laughed a little and then realized that the books were still on the ground, so each bent over and retrieved a couple of the fallen volumes. John looked at his and. Sawbuck, here ya go. An' please call me John. All my friends do. That canteen's nearly full. Ya keep it, an' I'll git me another one. Won't be no problem—there's several empties in my wagon." Why, thank ya, kindly, John. I do appreciate the kindness. An' ya kin call me Mary. I'd like that." They talked for a few more minutes before John had to leave to return to duty. Mary spent the rest of the afternoon thinking of how nice a man John had seemed to be. Truthfully, Mary was already hunting a.