He was headed to bed, she reckoned. The footsteps paused at the kitchen doorway. Krista moved the large stockpot aside under the counter, only dimly a...ware that the footsteps were coming closer. Just as she closed her hand around the small frying pan, a heavy hand touched her ass.She almost jumped and banged her head but caught herself in time. Before she could react to the surprise of being goosed, the hand began to caress her ass in slow circles. Krista froze. She knew whose hand that had to. The others quit when the old sheriff died and the county, in all their wisdom, hasn't hired any others. Now Denny will be glad to talk to you but I suggest you put casts on both legs because he will talk them right off of you. His office is back there in the corner. Just knock on the door if you're fool enough to brave going in there."She just cackled as I went toward the door she had pointed at. I knocked rather loudly and was grumpily told by the person behind the door he wasn't deaf and to. She is totally relaxed and confident sexually to such an extent that she has happily gushed all over her bed, my bed and her sofa it is one of my favourite things to watch. I am yet to make her squirt, but am trying my best.The other night, we had been having sex for a while and she was too wet for me to finish again in her pussy; her having had several orgasms and gushed. I was on top and pulled out making my way over her so that I was kneeling in front of her face. She parted her lips to. Above the howl of the wind and lashing rain, I heard the driver call out, and the rumble of hooves lessened until we were at a complete stop. I felt the carriage shifting as the driver disembarked, and the door flew open. He stood, soaked to the very skin. “There is a coaching inn not two mile from here,” he spoke loudly over the cacophony raging around him. “I propose to make shelter there for tonight.” We hastily agreed to this suggestion, I was unsure how much more jolting my poor backside.