His baggy jeans hung low on his hips, revealing the black waist band of his Calvin Klein boxers. Not a single strand of chest hair, nor treasure trai.... My hard cock was now straining to get loose again. This was going to be fun.As we went into my room, I realized I had left my satellite radio on all day, still on the smooth jazz channel. Pushing random numbers, it landed on the alternative station, which was playing a Pearl Jam song. Perfect. Fuck jazz. Fuck romance. Fuck just to feel. The garment was forgotten and thrown to the floor, he cupped a trembling breast in his hand and looked me in the eye as if to portray the deepness of his love, and the relief to hold me again. He dipped down and caressed my breasts so softly and tenderly, nudging and sucking, relishing his time there. Then his long fingers travelled south, and his mouth drew out a path of kisses along to my belly button. His slender fingers travelled experimentally up my cream skirt, testing the waters. We have fought against them with every legal tactic we could muster. Could they be the ones who are trying to harm us, in retaliation?"Sam scratched his head and said, "I can't think of anybody else who could want to harm us. Mexican bandits or Indians are not stupid enough to attack a wagon so clearly carrying farm produce. Bullets are too expensive to waste on a wagon load of turnips!"I proposed, "Let's try this. The next time we send a load of produce into Julesburg, Sam, please assign two. It’s not just what we do involving... pleasure. Yes, that is part of it, and I would be the last to say that we don’t enjoy that part of being a concubine, but it is much more than that. The more I am with you, the more I understand how much you offer us and how much we can offer you.” Jack looked at her curiously, and she continued. “Sharley and Dakota, for instance, have taught you so much about clothing and fashion. Tina is a genius at arranging schedules and making travel arrangements. I.