I then felt a hand slowly make its way down to my shaft. “Hey now..,”I couldn't get any other word out. “You know who I am Jaden. You and I have...been together, ever since your coming to age.”I thought it was another dream, never opening my eyes once.“Good boy,” she whispered in my ear.I felt her put a pillow over my face.“Let me take care of you, i'll make sure you forget all about those dirty women.” I could feel her tongue wrap itself around my dick. Just as I was about to cum, she suddenly. But Mrs. Bentley pulled off her orgasm well before I wanted to stop feasting on her delicious cunt. I was slightly miffed at this and so I flipped her lithe, young body over, dropped her feet to the floor and entered her from behind. She turned her head back to me, grinned wickedly and said, ‘The slut wins another match. Shall we play on?’ I made no reply to her snide, yet accurate remark, but took her from behind, squatting over her hips and pounding my inflamed member in and out of her. Cupp hear why Grant McKown wanted him out of town?”“Henry told me that he overheard Grant McKown tell Joe Dugan that a special stagecoach delivery would be made at the bank McKown owns. Saddleback hardly ever has a stagecoach come through here, unless it is to bring more money to the bank. You can ask Oscar that, he’ll tell you.”“She’s right, Marshal.”“Mizz Cupp, I never knew of that conversation between Grant McKown and Dugan. Were you even afraid to tell me?” Oscar asked her.“Oscar, I have. She could tell that the first men were walking away from her."Wow! That's incredible!" she said out loud. 'Just like I'm actually remembering it!' To the Praetor, she formed another question; 'Praetor, can you show me how I can get by them without them noticing I'm here?'Another image superimposed, then replaced the view of the man off to her left, who was walking north. A different man was also traveling north, considerably faster, almost trotting. He was breathing rapidly and almost chanting.