"We can have a small auction and then donate the money to Parson Jones, he's trying to gather enough money to build a small church in town," Sarah sai..., and the men didn't even scoff, I was impressed.The Colonel rode up about then and I got to tell the whole thing over again. I didn't mind though. When we got back to the ranch I at least got out of attending Jenkins burial, begging off so I could get back to Lancaster.There wasn't a livery stable in Lancaster, but Frank had a couple of stalls. He hadn't shaved in days and he was currently dressed in nothing but a bathrobe that had been his uniform for just as long. His hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, and his fingernails definitely needed to be clipped. The usually handsome 42-year-old looked like the poster-child for depression. He was depressed. More than that, though, he was angry."You're a fucking mess," Diane said. His younger sister shook her head with a hand on her hip, a posture of disapproval she'd inherited from. My girlfriend got so scared.Asmita – Ah, Ronak, what the fuck. Are you gonna fuck my ass?Me – Yes bitch, if you wanna get into a threesome, you must be prepared to get assfucked.I started inserting my dick in Asmita’s tight virgin ass. She was screaming out loud in pain, and tears were rolling down her eyes. I closed her mouth with my hand and gave a big stroke with my rock-hard dick straight into the depth of her asshole.She was moving her body like a fish out of water. Since I was not letting. “Good, have your running shoes on?”“Yes,” Amaya said. “Why?”“Because you’ll need to get to the White dorm as fast as possible,” Wesley said. “Once you are there, hit speed dial ‘1’ and I’ll tell you where to go next. Hurry Amaya, I’d hate to see you lose so soon.”He hung up. Amaya’s heart sank. The White building was in the middle of the campus. It had been a year since she did a run of that length.Amaya ran down the stairs and nearly knocked down two giggling blondes. One of them said.