She talked on the phone with him for a few minutes, and I was at the bottom of the bed, rubbing the inside of her leg, inching my way closer and close... to her pussy. She stopped my hand & I thought that I had done something wrong, but she looked me in the eye and said ‘I don’t like being tickled, I like being scratched!’ I gave her a surprised look, then smiled and scratched down her leg. Not hard, but hard enough to leave marks from my fingers. I could hear him talking to her, but I couldn’t. The alcove was just deep enough that our fucking was hidden from passer-byes on the sidewalk by a shadow. As soon as he pushed me against the brick wall I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist while he held me by my ass and pushed his hard cock into me.I started cuming as soon as his cock-head touched my swollen sensitive cunt lips. I don't think I stopped cuming until sometime the next afternoon.I watched my nipples grow and my aureole crinkle in the mirror as I remembered that hard. She returned at five and worked until nine, five days a week. When she needed extra money, there was always a weekend job with the 'special' team - but she tried to avoid that, it interfered with her quality time with Twyla. Over the years, the long days had removed the temptation to go hunting for a replacement for Ed - the search was just too tiring. Besides, as she got older, the rogues' gallery of losers grew and the available quality specimens dwindled to nothing - it just wasn't worth it. “I not know you, I am called ‘Breed’ and I come here only to get whiskey.”“Walk out here with me Breed, if you try anything I’ll kill you and take your scalp,” Tom whispered.Breed was scared. For the first time in his life he was scared of another man. Something in this man’s voice sent his skin crawling, the hair on his neck and his arms stood up. He felt cold and alone.Tom made him walk back between the tents, he kept the Colt nudging him as he walked.Cal stood looking back between the tents.