Eugene ponders my question without looking away from me. He blinks once and replies quietly, "why'd you come over?" That..is a good question. Why am...I here? My needs brought me here, I know that much, but my heart is scared to stay. I know I shouldn't be here like this; for all the wrong reasons. But here I am. We're staring at each other in knowing silence. His gaze every few seconds flickers to my lips and back to my eyes. He wants to kiss me. My hand twitches and I feel excitement unfurl. A woman-killing bastard like him don’t deserve to live long enough to have a trial ... He needs to die slow and suffer, for killing a woman! Hell, we’re short on women around here as it is......”Don’t ‘spose you’d have a picture of him, would you?”“Got two, as a matter of fact. Here’s his wanted poster ... And here’s his other picture.”“Son of a bitch! I traded for that man’s old wore-out mule, against a fresh saddle horse and a complete outfitted, short-legged Jenny-Mule. He left here just a. I sighed as she released my now limp cock from her mouth and she crawled up and kissed me. Our tongues danced together in a warm embrace while sharing traces of my hot cum.Still panting from my orgasm, I whispered, "We are not finished yet," as I pushed her down on the sofa, spreading her legs apart. Unclipping the garter clips, I removed her wet thong and brought it to my face, inhaling her arousal.Sliding off the sofa, I kissed her ankles through her stockings and worked my way up her legs,. I would like to find an existing newspaper that supports our goals and methods of achieving those goals; but if necessary, I will buy a newspaper for us to use."Is there anything else before we move on to Jim S's presentation?"Mary interjected an interesting question, "Sam suggested that we create an Australian shell company. I am wondering if we should base it in New Zealand." Good question Mary. Let's put that decision off until we decide if we even need a shell company. If we do need one, my.