The riding through the ranch to where she needed to go fix the smaller stable would do her good. It would help her clear her thoughts and her feelings...about a certain man that she worked with who drove her frigging crazy every time he looked at her.Dustin her boss the foreman at the ranch who she had been working alongside for two years since she was but 18 and had come there looking for a job. Her parents had both died in the flooding that had seized the valley two years earlier and she had. She openedthe door carefully and slid her hand around the doorjamb to findthe light switch. It clicked loudly and the flash of lightmomentarily blinded her."MERRY CHRISTMAS, AUNT JANE!!!"The shout almost knocked Jane backwards but she found herselfswept up by many hands and pulled into the parlor.The very *full* parlor.Jane shook her head, trying to clear her dazzled eyes, not quitewilling to believe what she saw.Her boys. The room was full of her boys, and they had deckedthemselves out as. “Oh! Oh my god!” She couldn’t help crying out as his tongue delved a furrow in the curls between her legs and wriggled between her folds. Her breath came in pants and gasps as he devoured her. There was no other word to describe the incredible sensations of his lips and tongue as he pleasured her. The eagerness of youth combined with obviously practiced skill to drive her crazy. She writhed on the counter, discovering that she was actually turned on even more by the taboo and danger of one of. Ramirez (along with yours truly) was frequently cited as one of the Orioles' big difference-makers this year. Last year's club had almost gone all the way, and it had been exciting. This year's club was notably stronger, and we were likely to finish the season with the best won-lost record in either league.A gaudy regular-season record, though, would only serve to make a breakdown in the post-season more humiliating.But we couldn't think that way. It was destructive. C'mon, Paul, wipe that.