I don't think that them bandits figured on meetin' them dogs, but it wuz the last mistake they made.Danny an' I had our muskets loaded an' charged, so...all we had ta do wuz cock an' fire. That took care of two of the bandits, an' the dogs had taken care of two. Only two bandits were left, now, an' they didn't know quite what ta do. They stood back ta back with their sabers raised in hopes of defendin' themselves against the dogs, not that they really had much chance. I yelled at the dogs ta hold. "But why, Uncle Frank? I wanted to taste your hot milkshake again," and she half pouted, "If you ask Mommy real nice, maybe she'll give you a taste after she gets it to erupt again," and he turned to Jan, "Yes, Sweetheart, Mommy will share Uncle Frank's hot milkshake with you, you go stand with Grandma," she took her place between his legs and sank to her knees, "First, Carrie? Put Grandma's bracelets back on her, but put her arms through the banister first, ok?" she smiled and did as he asked.. Anthony jumped, then relaxed as Rob continued to softly fondle the sack with his mouth.“Oh yeah, that feels good." Anthony moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.Ready for more, Rob rose and reached for the small tube on the table. Anthony looked up with apprehension. "You‘ll enjoy this. Trust me." Rob said reassuringly.The lube squirted out onto his fingers as he rubbed them together. "Relax," he urged, brushing his fingertips around the hole. "I've done this a bunch of times. Veronica tossed back another drink of the potent Napoleon Brandy and her anger grew as she was ignored by the two men who were watching the football game with an unnerving intensity.As a model and sometime singer Veronica was a minor celebrity on the American scene and why she had married Cary Armstrong had always puzzled both their friends. She was a committed career woman and Cary was famous as a down-home boy who radiated all American family values. At six foot four and about 235 with.