Carl just smirked at her and whispered “ Why the fuck do you think I do it”Carl picked up his pace and started to pump his cock into her at a furi...ous pace, it was sliding in and out of her at ease, her pussy was wet and getting wetter. Mary breathing was getting faster and shallower which meant an orgasm was fast approaching. Carl was holding back on cumming which wasn’t easy. Mary then leaned closer to Carl’s face moaned.“Baby I’m going to cum, and squirt as well”It seemed as though time had. The cowboy calmly reloaded his pistol, stuck it in his holster, settled his hat firmly on his head, and passed out! That last whiskey had finally caught up with him.The bounty hunters laughed and ordered a beer. Meanwhile, the swamper dragged the unconscious cowboy out to the street to sleep it off. From the looks of things, it was a typical night in a western saloon.Since they were there, and the bartender was available, they asked if he knew of any business they might be interested in. Other. We'll do fine with what we've got." Hmm! Well I'll make a note of that, but I don't think anyone has ever turned down the money before."The interview was extensive and continued for another hour, asking dozens of very personal questions. When it was over, Mrs. Florence stood and offered her hand."From what I can determine, Miss Jamison, you seem perfectly suited to be Caleb's foster mother, and that's what I'll recommend to our director. It might be better if you were married, but it's not. ”“Wade, I can wear jeans and my white shirts one or two days. I don’t really need any more outfits like this one, and the other one I wore back in Wichita Falls.”“I love seeing you wear them, and I love taking them off you. I’ll let you pick them out, but I want to see them on you, too. Just look at how the folks back in Wichita Falls talked about the way you were dressed.”“For you, Wade ... and because I love pleasing you.”After nearly an hour and a half, we were about ready to leave.“You may.