I was looking for a chance to fuck her.i wanted to suck those melons and insert my rod deep inside her pussy.We used to text and call each other.once ...he told me that her in-laws were going out along with her son so she would be alone and asked if i could come there?i was really happy to hear this.i didnt want to miss this chance of fucking her,so i quickly accepted it.i reached there on Friday morning and was to stay there till next Sunday. As soon as i rang the bell and the door was opened i. This was just a routine patrol a day from the border.I turned in at a cut and kicked the horse. It went up and out and I went straight across and through the two columns where there was a gap. I was headed for the edge of the trees and shifted the revolving rifle in my lap. I saw something moving and a riderless scout horse was moving out of the shadows.I pulled the horse to a stop and lifted the rifle, “WERE!”Suddenly things were rushing through the trees at me. They carried longer crude. I snuggled up, breathing in the smells of leather, cheap aftershave, and him. Years later, I can still smell it.I was asleep long before we got home. * Regan Jennings owned a hairdressing salon in the nearest town to Dad’s place. She was pretty, and about 15 years younger than Dad. From my earliest trips Montana, I remember her as always being around. She cut Dad’s hair and sometimes mine, often had us over to her place in town for dinner, and sometimes came out to our rural homestead. She. He walked to the bedroom, leaving a trail of candy in his wake, then stood in the doorway, watching her. Slowly, she picked up the closest M&Ms and ate them delicately, carefully, never taking her eyes off his. He was frowning slightly, but his cock was very hard.And that was the treat she really wanted, so she crawled the rest of the way down the hall towards him. When she reached him, and placed her cheek next to his pants leg. Sweet girl, he said softly, and caressed her hair and back,.