"Fuck my pussy! Split me with that thing!" You got it, baby!" he shouted, as the huge shaft began to pump."Oh shit!" he exclaimed, suddenly stopping."...Fuck me!" Cathy shouted, lost to her growing arousal. "Don't stop now! Fuck my cunt!" If you say so!" he yelled right back, and started to really slam into her."Yes! Fuck me!" she panted, as she rocked back to meet every thrust. She was doing it! Her bottom was banging against the wall, as she took all of that massive cock into her body! Cathy was. It’s good to be seen with the Sheriff and not be arrested.” Then I had to ask, half out of curiosity, “We’re not going to be arrested, are we?”“Nope. After getting the name of the outfit from Mike Farmer, I sent a telegraph to Pueblo. I let them know that eleven of their men were dead and I had the bodies. I asked them what they wanted me to do with them. I haven’t heard back from them yet.”“Jack, what do you think they’ll do or want done?” Rory asked.“I don’t know. They might want to know what. ‘You have the most beautiful green eyes’ he said and his gold band of promise was ignored. His look would caress my shoulder from across the room, his toes innocently touching mine were secretly begging me to allow him into my world of words, scars and eating ice-cream, a skill that I had so phallically perfected that it could weaken the knees of the most casual male observer without them ever realizing why – all the while, promises of faithfulness were keeping someone warm at home, yet they. ***I awoke next morning without having experienced any more of Lucy's life.As I stared at myself in the mirror on the wardrobe door, I couldn'thelp feeling a little disappointed that, in daylight and without makeup,I didn't look nearly as convincing as I had done last night.So, I decided I had better get out of bed, take off the Lucy attire, puton my own clothes which hopefully had dried overnight, and return to theworld of Chris Jones. I had to get my living arrangements sorted today,go to the.