I wore my pistol outside on my hipand the derringer up my sleeve on a speed rig. The Greener was on ashoulder rig. I was not going down with out a fig...t.The Durango Gang hit the Black Jack and the Broken Horse saloons. I knewthey would hit the Dry Gulch sooner or later. I did not care about theDry Gulch, I cared about my womanhood. I felt for the first time in mylife, what most girls feel about men. Not only what they want from men,but what they fear in men. It was an eye opener.I had played. The good news is that it can be done, and that it would be as good as it was when I was alive." I say! Give us the bad news, then." It's quite tricky, for a starter. Would need some practice. But the really bad thing is, that it cannot be done with a woman who knows you well." That sounds strange." Not really. At least it is logic. You should have to open your mind completely and let me take over. The moment I'm inside you, I'd also take over your physical movements, and any woman you have. Opening it, as quietly as he could manage, he peeked outside, first to the left, then to the right, and when the coast seemed clear he took off into the nighttime heat. Unsure of where he was going, he trudged onward, knowing that he had to get away or he was going to lose his mind.He’d walked no further than a few steps when a thick New England accent was hurled at him. “Hey, you! Where the fuck ah you goin? Our shift ain’t ovah for another hour at least!”“Shit,” Connor uttered under his. ‘Bitch, suck it. Suck it all out now!’ Amber accepted her fate. He’d seemed like a nice, funny, sexy frat guy. Now, he was just a man about to cum. She inhaled his hardness deeply as she felt the 5 inches of penis shaking and erupting into her mouth in two heavy jets of orgasm. ‘Mmmmmm…. yeah, swallow, slut.’ She had every intention, until he called her a slut. She pressed the cum out of the back of her throat onto Jason-Jimmy’s rapidly softening penis, coating it with the white mucus of lust..