’ Harry glared at the man. ‘Leave me alone.’ Before the last syllable was out, Harry felt a pressure and heat in his balls unlike anything he ha... ever experienced. He doubled in pain. ‘You should learn to be nice, Harry. You asked him what he wanted. Now, give him the pitcher of beer.’ Harry straightened up and reached out to touch the back of the man who had started to move away. ‘Wait, old timer, here, take the whole pitcher. Enjoy.’ The old man looked at him warily, then reached out to pick. " 'Cilla was about as good a wife as a man could ask for," Alex nodded. "Well, I reckon I'd best get over and wake up the undertaker." When you come back, Alex," Molly told him, "we'll have a room ready for you. No need to bed down in the stable." That won't be necessary ma'am. Ridin' around the territory like we do, me 'n Buck get used to sleepin' out in the weather. Sleepin' on hay with a roof over our heads'll be 'bout as much luxury as we can stand. Good night, ma'am. Ladies."Alex touched. He had to give up his football to handle his work, the cooking, the housework, the shopping and everything else that goes with working and raising three young kids but he did it and he did it very well.He was suffering from the loss of Ronnie, he was suffering from the loss of Sarah who went on and married her new boyfriend and never did make that phone call he hoped would come. But what did happen out of the blue was a young girl called Ashleigh.Readers by now may have asked, “Why did Goyse. Full of passion and care. Her lips were so soft that I more tasted the sweet scent than felt them against mine. She pushed me back on the bed and lay on my chest, her tail writhing around my waist. Nobody said a word, but our kiss lasted an eternity, all the while increasing our lust. Her hands nimbly removed my clothes, and I lifted her light, silken dress up over her head. It was amazing to see her sitting there naked. Her breasts were round and firm, without the slightest sign of sagging..