Dan grabs her and kisses her hard. His tongue going in and out of her sweet mouth and pushes her against the door, while Catherine’s hands goes down...to his pants and feel his cock. He stops kissing her and says. “No hands Cathy. I’ll be the one who’ll be doing all the touching. Put your hands on your back. Touch me without my permission and I’ll stop and walk away.” She nods and licks her lips. Dan went back to kissing her and kissing her more and deeper each time. His hands started roaming her. His companion meanwhile was still stuck in traffic about 5 minutes from the airport and no idea his new found friend had already touched down. He sat in his car thinking what the hell to say, to do, this was also his first encounter with another guy face to face and as nervous about the meeting as his friend.Soon however he was soon parked and walking through the terminal to the meeting place at the bar, conscious that he was early and had time to relax prior to the meeting.As he entered the. “Mind if I find out?”Aaron waved at the door to his sleeping quarters. “The bed isn’t made, but feel free.” He looked down at himself; the sterile white exoskeleton a prefect match for the white dressings on his right leg and the stump of his arm. The pale blue hospital scrubs covered more injuries, and Aaron smiled wryly. “I’d love to join you, but...”“I’m willing to wait,” she purred, her eyes bright.“I’m happy to hear that.” Aaron leaned down and kissed her. “Now, go and get ready for. If I try anything else, it's going to look botched. Your hair is thicker than barbed wire and twice as tough."Oh hell, just cut it any which way you think will look good in town. I'm the new marshal, Harley Duran." Well, I'll be." the barber exclaimed. "I want to thank you for running that dead beat son of a bitch out of town. He never paid me a cent, ever." Well, I'll always pay you. But I'll shoot you if you mess up my hair." The barber laughed nervously at the joke and hoped Harley was truly.