Jones shook his head in disbelief. "The only thing dumber than cattle are some of the hands that drive them. Anyway can I get them out in time to leav...e with us? If we don't get to San Antonio in time the prices might change."Dillon felt sorry for Jones. He remembered what Tom had told him that sometimes the cattlemen lost their bet. He thought for a minute; since no one was actually hurt he came up with an idea. Dillon knew that Tom tried to help the men driving the herds when possible. It. But ... my ass! My ass! God, I need his cock so bad!He closed the door and leaned up against the outside of it, huffing and puffing more from mental exertion than anything else. I did it! Phase one has worked!"Alan?"He looked around and realized Janice was still there, and still wanting to talk. So he collected his wits and tried to focus on Janice and her problems.She turned out to be very eager to talk, and once she got started she practically poured her soul out to him. She wanted to talk to. I think that’s the best description you are going to get of her.“Why?” Victor asked her.Once again, Madre’ began a litany of Spanish that sounded a bit like a cartoon character rattling off angry Spanish words. I assumed from Victor’s reaction she definitely didn’t approve of what he was doing.“Okay,” Victor finally relented and Madre’ went back to slicing onions and putting things together on the folding card table that was essentially their “kitchen counter”.Victor asked Mike to how long he. “Put your hand around it. That’s it. Now stroke it slowly. Yes, like that. Oh, that feels good.”My hand didn’t even half cover it, but I did what he said and stroked the skin up and down.”That’s right, angel. Pump it. This is kind of like what guys do for themselves to have an orgasm. Sometimes it’s called milking.”“I like to touch it. It feels hot.”“Would you like to kiss it?”“Yes.”“Well, I would like for you to.”I lean forward and pucker my lips, placing a big kiss right on the tip of Daddy’s.