It was 12 in the night and she could not sleep. Yes she was a widow, her husband had died 3 months ago and at this age of 42 she was not able to contr...ol the sexual heat in her body.She still remembers how her hubby’s closest friend hugged her while weeping for her husband and during that he almost caressed every sensual part of her body. She still was not able to forget the feel of his hands and now, in the midst of night when she was all alone some where she was missing that touch, that. "How do you like it?" she asked him as she had changed her mouth for one of her hands while her tongue licked his balls. "It's good." he replied."Just good?" Laura asked him."Yeah." Why mmhmmm just good?" Laura asked him.As if I don't know the answer, she thought."Because.... nhhh.... you're not her... mmmhaw..."Laura let his cock fall from her hand as she looked at him."Really, Jan?"Jan gasped."How do you know my..." he asked, but he was cut off by Laura's mouth around his cock again.She. "Here?" she mewled when his lips closed over her nipple, suckling the hard treat deeply into the heat of his mouth.His answer was a growled moan and he began to tug at her skirts, pulling them up her long legs, his hands caressing the silkiness of her flesh as he went.Luria's fingers were busy, too, tearing at the sash that held his sword and stashing it at his right side, within hand's reach. She struggled with his breeches, tugging the plain white shirt he wore out of the top of them. Her. I put the shoulder rig on under my vest and strapped on my new gunbelt. I picked up a box of ammo for each pistol and gave the gunsmith his thirty-five dollars. It might have been a serious case of overkill, but I felt ready for anything.That night at the Toro was even bigger than Friday night, as we had our biggest crowd ever. The Hombres seemed to get better as their audience grew larger. I was hustling around like a maniac, trying to keep the bars afloat and four poker tables running.