“Rahul, come in,” she shouted. I went in and asked why did she call me.“Can you sleep with me tonight. I feel lonely without your dad. I would l...ike to spend some time with you. What do you say?” she asked. I was looking at her beauty in her black baby doll dress that only covered up to her ass. I said yes without even knowing what she asked.She patted on the bed signaling me to hop in. So I thought she was asking me to sleep with her. I lied down on the bed leaving some gap between us. Mom. Hubby is first on Wendy’s gash; each time he pumps her his cock is covered in frothy white juices, every so often he withdraws from Wendy hole to insert his cream covered cock into my mouth, and I savor the taste on my tongue. I'm on my back with my knees bent up, Jim is holding them with my ass hanging off the bed as he is thrusts with wild abandon into me. He is much larger than my husband or Grant, I enjoy his strength, warmth and size stretching my pussy, bumping my cervix with each thrust.. ”“Who are you?” Hoyt asked.The first thing Hoyt noticed about the man when he opened his one good eye, was the long jagged scar across the right side of his face, from his temple to his chin.“U.S. Marshal Lon Wolfe, out of Alamosa. I see by your papers that you’re a Bounty Hunter, posing as a Special Deputy U.S. Marshal out of Phoenix ... Man, you’ve come a long ways from home just have the pleasure of traipsing through a blizzard on The Continental Divide.”The marshal had managed to drag Hoyt. He swerved to avoid hitting a slower car and the driver honked at him to signal his displeasure with Alex' driving. Alex turned in his seat and made a gesture that the driver understood. The driver honked again and Alex stared at him and called the driver's mother some choice names. He turned around and saw a figure in front of him about the same time that he heard the sickening thud as he hit whatever it was. He didn't even look back, just stepped on the gas and sped away. He turned down a.