His tender touch feels so good after the pounding he gave me last night. He slowly slid his fingers into my pussy. He is finger fucking me so slow a...d gentle I was feeling relaxes under his movements. "You feeling sore?" Uncle asks me in a soft caring voice. I moan and push my pussy against his finger. "A little." I say softly "But please, don't stop" I softly beg. He chuckles and slides his face down between my legs. I feel his tongue replace his finger and he starts gently licking. He wondered what strange quirk of fate had placed him waiting on the side of the trail to put a bullet through the new sheriff.When he arrived back in town, he went to the home of his former landlady Rachel and just smiled as she started fussing over his wound making sure it was cleaned proper with hot water and even tore up one of her favorite petticoats to make a bandage to dress it against infection. Then, she finished giving him a bath all over since her husband, the preacher, was out at. The people took their seats, speculating on what they were about to see. Many rumors had filtered out, some mostly accurate and some much less so.Anne and Jack waited backstage. Jack in a tuxedo, Anne wearing only a lacy matching set of bra and panties. "You nervous, Anne?" Jack asked."Mmmm, ready to soak through my panties is more like it. Being on that island was a nightmare, but he fucks me sooooo damn good. I can't wait to feel his tentacles in me again," Anne confessed."And here I thought. That’s worth decorating points for a guy. I turned on the bedside lamp, saw where he had a neat arrangement of chargers. That takes care of my phone. I turned back the covers, plumped a pillow, thought, grabbed a second one to prop up against while I read. Turned the TV on, flipped through the menu to find something relatively unstimulating, then settled in.Damn that guy. Aftershave on the pillow. I just as well have buried my face in his neck. And Geeze, Mimi, where’d THAT image come.