Were both tired, and yet my cock got hard again. At first Lexie got on top and rode my cock. I moved me legs to support her as she leaned back, my han...s on her hip to move her up and down. She rode me, my eyes took in her boobs as they bounced, but was enjoying her face as she was getting off again. Lexie switched her position to ride me cock as she squatted, watching do this got my on...at a point to see her juices flow down on my cock as she came. I couldn't take it, taking her, flipping her. What was my reception going to be like when I showed up unannounced at the ranch?I was beginning to have second thoughts. Was I taking too much for granted? I could always call the ranch and tell him I was on my way. Why didn't I want to do that? What made me think it was a good idea to drive twelve-hundred ninety-one miles on a whim?I didn't sleep worth a damn on Saturday night. The motel was quiet, but my mind was buzzing with random thoughts. One moment I was cursing myself for being so. Now lookat you! What are you now? Thirteen? And you have been practicing atarms! Excellent! You will need the warriors' skills." He rubbed hishand affectionately over my tousled hair, still damp from perspiration.My mother had run out from the kitchen area to join us. "Anselm!" shecried out." Oh, how many years since we saw you? Please, you arewelcome to stay with us. You must tell us about the world outside andwhere you have been."It turned out that Anselm was on his way to Paris. Some. After graduating high school, I settled in Boston. It was foolish tosend money to Father and Marty was still too young for me to help himdirectly, so I was sending some money to Mrs. King each month and shewas buying necessities for school or underwear or anything else.- * - * -The semester was coming to the end as well as my junior year at BU.Since Lemon Tree was located on Bay State Road, the clientele was mostlyfaculty and students and, during the summer break, there wasn't a lot.