“She’s beautiful, with breasts to die for, and you’re you,” explained Sarah. “Even you wouldn’t believe you if you weren’t you.”“I w...ll grant you that it seems unlikely on the surface. Why would a woman like that come on to me? She might be a certifiable nut. We don’t know. I doubt there’s any statistics dealing with the likelihood of big-titted women being more apt to lie than flat chested women,” I admitted. “My experience indicates they are.”The next week was very revealing for me. Sarah. " I pulled the folder off the table and looked inside. From my wallet, I put some bills into it and stood. I offered her my hand in coming out of her seat. She slid out of her side of the booth and stood showing an amazing amount of leg.She grinned when she saw my eyes. "Master Gunnery Sergeant Easton, my face is up here." When I looked up, her eyes were smiling."I like to check out 'all' the terrain. It's such nice terrain, too." We left and I experienced another fast ride back to my farm. She. Their groins were, as always,uncovered by anything but a thick pubic pelt. Even through the smoke, Coyote'spowerful nose caught the salty-sweet scent from between their thighs. Half-involuntarily,he felt himself harden. One of them, a blonde, strode out in front of the others, looked around,and gave a signal in their guttural language. Then they began to trot westward.If they noticed Coyote at all, they gave no sign of it. Soon they were gone. Coyote was curious, but he was also hungry, so he. He's strong and fast but he's lean. Rock was built... well like an NFL middle linebacker, and just as fast as Chris, or perhaps a shade faster.He beat Chris to a bloody pulp, but he never bothered me again, because Chris scared him. There is no quit in Chris, and even Rock was smart enough to know that you could kill him but you couldn't beat him.That's the way Chris was. UT won two national championships when Chris was on their club team because he just wouldn't quit. If I tell you about the.