We said goodnight and i left. On the way home i thought about what he said but it didn’t really matter. i knew i enjoyed myself and wanted to keep d...ing it.The next afternoon Frank called and asked if i still wanted to come over. i said ‘yes’ and he asked if i had thought it over and was sure. i told him i was sure.Frank got a couple of beers for us and we sat on the couch. He said he was glad i wanted to keep coming over. He asked again if i was sure. i told him i was and that it didn’t matter. It surprised me that she spoke Cheyenne to us, even though the dialect was a little strange. Turned out that Merv had been teaching her so she’d be able to understand us better.“No secrets from you, are there, woman!” I shot at her.“Never have been,” she answered. “Even before I knew the language, I recognized things you were saying. That’s why it finally occurred to me that you could get into my head. Oh! Look at that beautiful doe and fawn!”Of course, we saw them through her eyes. We didn’t. What concerns me is the pond in which they’re fishing. I didn’t see it at first, but now I’m more than a bit concerned that our partners in Texas aren’t what they seem to be.”“But you did a full due-diligence!” Deborah said from the door.“Yes, but we might have missed something, or, more likely, there was something else going on, behind the scenes, with Nathan Edwards, that Dante’s lawyers think will give them a win. Could DCP and Lone Star settle without our agreement?”“Yes. Including. She was wet and hot. And despite that very short foreplay she was more than ready for him. Her breathing was fast and frantic. He could see a very meaningful smile appearing on her beautiful face. His fingers were now moving on her clitoris in this particular way that allowed her to drift to the parallel world, where everything except from her pleasure was a bullshit. Now facing the wall, she felt her trousers and panties being pulled down half the way to her knees. There was no time for her.