“Oh God, yeah!” She exhales; her chair creaking painfully as she busily pleasures herself mere yards away from me and sadly concealed the other s...de of the partition. Feet away from the object of my desire and I can't see a thing! All I have is a very inadequate picture in my head, albeit a vivid one but it’s not enough. “Oh my god, Pete!” My sexy co-worker groans as she pleasured herself busily. “You've got me so fucking turned on!”“That's it, sweetie!” Encourages the mysterious man. “Do. You’ll come upon a big spread before you get to the river, where it bends back to your left some. Just ask anybody you see and they can tell you where Marshal Crow was last time they saw him. He ain’t a easy man to keep up with and you may not even find him in one day’s ridin’.”“I sure appreciate the help. What did you say your name was?”“I didn’t say, but it’s Ben. Ben Barkley.”“Do you work for Marshal Crow?”“Sort of, I reckon. We’re partners with him really, my brothers and me,” Ben said with. She’d had a tough life up to this point from what she had told me and I wasn’t going to let such a dear keep on struggling. I had the means financially and other ways, to see that this girl had a better shot at a decent life. She had told me that her parents no longer wanted her around. So I decided that I would see what I could do to help her.I awoke the next morning with her face in my crotch and her tongue working my clit as fast but as gentle as is humanly possible. She looked up at me and. "What in the hell am I supposed to do with a car full of packing peanuts?" Chris grumbled."I'll go inside and get some trash bags," I offered."That reminds me, I have a box of them in the trunk," Chris said. He popped the trunk open to find how thorough the pranksters had been. His trunk was stuffed with packing peanuts too. I went inside and grabbed half a dozen trash bags.I bumped into Brady inside. "Where the hell is your car, Kyle?" my friend demanded, laughing. "We had your keys and.