. that coconut lip gloss I keep in my makeup kit. I never in amillion years thought what it would be like to kiss myself. Now I know.I was getting tur...ed on by kissing him, and I gently used my tongue andtouched his. I expected him to pull away, but he continued to kiss meback. Now, he’s getting into it, but he slowed down and we both openedour eyes.He was the first to pull away. We sat there in silence.I crossed my legs to hide the boner I just got. What was that? Iexpected a quick peck from. I walked out of the mercantile with two pair of black wool pants, four white cotton shirts, a herring bone vest, a string tie and a frock coat. While the shopkeeper’s buxom wife altered the clothes for my long, lean frame, I had my boots shined and my Stetson pig bristle brushed.My next stop was at the gunsmiths. The pistol I had inherited was, as I said before, a Single Action Army Colt in .45 caliber. A single action revolver has to be manually cocked by pulling the hammer back before you can. His was almost new and had a good sized dent, which would need to be fixed. John continued to be calm, after all it would only cost a couple of hundred to sort it out and money wasn’t much of a problem for him. ‘I’ll make some coffee and we can sort it out over a drink,’ he said ushering her inside the house. They both sat on high chairs at the breakfast bar in his kitchen, freshly brewed coffee steaming from tall mugs. ‘I suppose I should ask you for your insurance details,’ John began. Her. No lover I had fucked had the key that he did. Who else would know that stuff? Who in the world I could be like that with (except Rachel, of course)? I liked to get him in my mouth when he was soft and make him hard, and I like to see his dick all hard jutting out from his flat belly. He thought I was slutty because I liked to suck his balls, but that wasn't slutty to me at all. I just thought he was so cute, and that was part of the sex things that I liked to do with him. I could get sluttier.