“Let’s see it,” he said, eying my crotch. I dropped my pants and he slipped his hand inside my boxers. His fingers slid down between...my legs, feeling my wetness. He pushed me back toward the sofa, and I sat, removing my boxers and spreading my legs for him to see. My pussy was wet and swollen with arousal, and my little dick stood erect above it.SzilagyImi got to his knees and took my cock into his mouth, sucking and salivating on it. He pulled away and blew on it, causing my. I really did not want to get into an ownership dispute with the other predators of the Sierra foothills.Little Gav was making better time than I going up the steep slope, but that was as it should be. Hell, if it hadn't been for the sickness, right about now I would have been sitting behind a desk somewhere, contemplating my growing paunch and chiding myself for not getting to the gym more often. Now, here I was in hot pursuit of a deer that I had shot with a bow and arrow, and I was not. A house in one form or another had stood here for over nine hundred years. They had changed over the years being knocked down and rebuilt, destroyed by fire, or blown up, as was the case, when Oliver Cromwell’s troops demolished it.Sir Wilbur’s ancestor had started the current building in 1730. He had made a fortune in the slave trade with a fleet of five ships crossing from West Africa, to the Caribbean with slaves and returning with sugar, cotton, molasses and rum to sell on the British. ‘Now I’m gonna go out there knowing next to nuthin’ if you have your way. Just be good and goddammed glad I’m the best shot around, Jerome.’ At his silence she twisted the reins and nicked Sweet’s flanks, shooting off. The rain came down pell-mell and she smiled into it, coat closed and hat tucked down. Couldn’t have gone any better, she thought. Divide and conquer, that was the way. Rafe was angry with her but Jerome would feel guilty, and guilty men liked to talk. If she could think of a way.