I left the cantina and rode with Big Wolf to the ranch where the bartender had said that I could find sheep for sale. Dammit, that bastard of a barten...er must have been setting me up. We did not get far out of town before we were accosted by three men on horses.They had to be amateurs because they approached us with knives drawn and demanded that we stop and give them the money we had planned to use to pay for the sheep. As soon as the spokesman said “sheep” I knew where he had found out about. When I finished she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and rubbed her pussy mound.She said her cunt still tingled from all the Black cock. It was like they were still fucking her, she said with a wistful smile. "What William was talking about - I want to do it," she said, and then looking around asked if everybody went home.I told her William was inside. She swung her legs onto the bed, and I slid my hand between them, stroking her clit and mound. I felt the instant reaction and heard her. There were millions of tightrope walkers covering all of the tightropes who were banging and slamming into each other. Some sped up and others slowed down. Directions were changed. Energy and momentum were conserved or expended. That speed of motion along the tightrope was a measure of kinetic energy. And when one of those tightrope walkers slammed into a support, it either dropped off some of its energy, or absorbed some.Only the fact that he could project some of the mathematical part of his. The class ended, and Hanna and Amber walked out of the classroom together. Amber walked with Hanna to her locker, because she wouldn't need to go to hers anyway, she didn't take books home to do homework. "Oh we are so sorry it won't happen again. We will never talk in class ever, because it's so wrong." Amber said mimicking Hanna's voice which is higher pitched than Amber's normal, slightly deeper, slightly raspy voice. "Seriously what the hell stop!" Said Hanna."Oh my, you said hell, isn't.