John shook his head; "I sent a bullet over their heads a month ago. They were trying to steal my horse. I think they wanted to eat it. I know the Stat...e Police were here looking for them for a while. I don't know what for."Ron pulled the wanted posters out of his jacket and handed them to John."Nasty fellows, huh," he grunted. He handed the papers back to Ron."Oh, I forgot to ask you," John said, "You folks make out ok by yourselves?"Ron and Brenda both grinned and John started to grin too. He. “I know you do.” she fired back with some heat. We met eyes and I could see behind the anger, a girl whose trust I’d broken before pleading with me not to lie to her, never to lie to her again. I had to admit, I’d fallen into the habit of telling her what I thought she wanted to hear the most, and in the meantime, had refrained from telling her what I thought and felt. Maybe what I should have been telling her.“Okay, yes. I’m worried though.” I defended myself. “I don’t think it’s how you. I didn’t know at the time, but the stuff he’d shot into me before had helped to soften up my inner most parts, keeping me sensitive but removing the pain. It wasn’t until the tip slipped past the tightness deep inside me that I dared to breathe, the incredible rush sending me higher yet again. I slurped and sucked and licked the tentacle in my mouth, hoping my actions would spur him on, which I felt no small amount of pride when they seemed to do just that.Another thrust, then another, and I. I slurp at her soft wet lips with my broad and needy tongue, and I can taste the change in her juices that tell me she is getting close to orgasm. Not yet. My chocolate hands grab her vanilla ass cheeks, and spread them with each hand. I raise her ass off of the couch and crane my neck lower to wantonly munch on her asshole. I rim her deep and lovingly and reassure her that she tastes just as delicious there too, as I snake my tongue inside of her sphincter as far as it will go. This surprises.