Your start then stroking your pussy and spreading your pussy lips and you insert a finger in and then another and your beckon me over again and ask me... to lick your juices of your fingers, then you get onto your hands and knees and put 1 hand up your front and stick 2 fingers in your pussy and then you put you other hand over your bum and insert a fingers in your arse and fuck both holes and i stand there watching as your juices run down your thighs.You then stand up and come over to me and tell. I sat there and got pissed at what he had said. He got into his car and speed away, good riddance I thought with a smile. Then I heard a knocking on door, standing up I walked over to answer and thought to myself what if it’s her. Well to my surprise, it was. She rushed into my arms crying and sobbing. I couldn’t understand her, but just held her in my arms. I lead her over to the couch and sat her down. I could see the trails of her tears from . "So I started drinking earlier because I figured it would be easier to tell you... I've started seeing someone," she said. Her voice seemed so nervous."That's good," I said, wondering what exactly that meant about us, but trying to be supportive."I was really nervous to tell you, because I don't want to lose you as a friend. And everything that has happened between us now, I'm worried that we will never had what we had before. You were, no you ARE my best friend." Of course, you're my best. People will get the idea they can’t screw with Brady Boyd and his freight line. Marshal, you hire someone to dig the hole and I’ll pay them.” The marshal nodded and moved to his horse and mounted. I had an idea when the body reached the cemetery, the hole would have been started.Berta was at the freight yard when Jack and I got back. “Hey, Berta, we don’t have to worry about any of Trace’s men any longer. We found the last one dead in a shed over at the other yard. The marshal is taking care of.