Probablynot since we'll both be the same height once we're lying down, anobservational thought that causes me to chuckle to myself. We're bothrather q...iet as we head back to the hotel, lost in thought about allthat's soon to occur. How do we begin, I wonder... which of us is totake the initiative? So much has changed with all we've undergonethat the old rules and customs are surely going to change, too.As we make it back to the hotel and are entering our suite, my tummyis in turmoil due to the. And this project of his gave my husband something to do when he was home. My vision of it was a place for the men to hang out when we had a party, but it turned out to be just a little office.I went down one night to see if he needed a drink and maybe a snack. I stopped at the bottom of the steps when I heard a weird rhythmic pat-pat-pat-pat. I peeked in, and could see the glow of his computer screen on his contorted face, and he was doing something in his lap under the desk. Then, in the glass. ”She smiled and said "Okay, I am good at keeping secrets."I stood behind her, rubbing her neck, softly, and then a little harder. Liz let out an occasional sigh. My cock was at a bursting point as she moved her hair to the side to give me better access to her shoulders. It also gave me a better line of sight down her top. I started to get a bit bolder. First, I ran my hands over her shoulders, and very slightly down her front, just below her neck, to see if I would get a reaction.She didn't. Four hours later I walked into the same saloon just as he pulled his pistol and shot another man over a hand of cards.The young cowboy's gun play was the first time I saw a man draw his pistol from its holster and fire it in one motion. I was amazed at the speed with which he completed the maneuver. As his victim fell to the ground the young cowboy looked around wildly, his pistol swinging in erratic arcs. I was in a quandary over how to handle the gun waving cowboy because the crowd in the.