"I knew it, how many times do you jack off thinking about me everyday?" I questioned, coming closer to the door. I grabbed onto the door knob and twis...ted it serenely. I pushed it open slightly, just enough to confirm my suspicions. "Damn it, Max, why can't you just tell me how you feel about me? I'd gladly give you head and let you cum right on my tits too. You are very sweet to me, so why not? You don't have to just stand there in your room everyday with my panties on your pecker, I can put my. . well, tell me: what was the first thing that happened? Last week, I mean. Be specific. If I can’t approve of your decisions, at least you can give me some good Hitachi material.”Unto the end of my days, I’ll never understand how her mind works. “Long story short, I gave her a foot massage that turned dangerously intimate. She fled. I thought it was because I’d gone too far and made her uncomfortable. Later that night she came back, snuck up behind me, and ... took matters into her own. As I said, I am fine, and nobody else got shot. Yeah, I killed them. I asked them both about compensation, but they went for their guns, despite me having my weapon out already. Honestly, I am glad they gave me the excuse; I don't think they deserved to live." No, they didn't. Thank you, Jake."Will you help me with the hands? With the horses and the money I think I can make the ranch work, but I don't want anybody thinking they can take advantage of me." Huh! You and Dora think alike. She. " Hmmm. Interesting idea. I just may have to remember that for the ride back." His fingers were still relentlessly sliding in and out of her steamy slit.She shook her head, cursing herself inwardly for walking straight into that one. Fuckin' cocky bastard! He'll probably do that, even though my hands are still tired from jacking him off so much back at the house. How did I let that happen?!"Speaking of which," he asked, playfully teasing, "what's the big deal with you and cocks, anyways? I.