Cattle rustling was a big business all up and down the Rio Grande River. You could get as much as $2 a head for cattle in any condition from the hide ...uyers, so there was no such thing as culls in a herd.Kind of for the fun of it, Janet and I hired on with a big ranch as guards against rustlers. We didn't do any of the regular cowboy stuff, our sole job was to keep rustlers away from the cattle. The only problem was, we were on duty pretty much 24 hours a day, so it did cut into our personal. .... I'll do anythingyou ask of me.... Anything!!! Just stop doing to this to mymate..........." the blonde pleaded as Carly gave the blonde a littlesmile."Anything? Are you sure about that?" smirked Carly as she lit up acigarette."Yes, anything, now please. I beg you....." the blonde said as shesuddenly started to feel very strange."Then why don't you look after your baby, I think it needs feeding,"Carly said and then she laughed as the blonde got her right breast outand made her best friend. Kneeling in the tall grass in front of the older man was a short haired woman; maybe in her late forties and dressed in a tiny black dress and sheer black stockings. Not at all the kind of gear you might wear for a casual walk in the forest! The back of her dress was pulled high, displaying a pair of shapely buttocks; her head bobbing up and down furiously as she pleasured the man with her mouth.Peering from behind a tree, I was close enough to hear the wet, breathy slurping as she worked on. Very special. And I’m sure that if it doesn’t work out, she’ll be real fucking mature about it, too. I’m sitting in a parking lot at the mall at eight o’clock on a Tuesday, waiting for a nineteen year old kid to meet me. She knows I’m in a silver Chevy Tahoe, and that I'm parked at the back of the mall on the Macy’s side, off by myself. And what are we going to do when she gets here? Shit! What else are we going to do? Her nineteen, me thirty five. Discuss politics? Religion? How much we have.