He had a long grey beard. His guitar was a professional model and he sang some songs he wrote. He was a better guitar player and singer than the other...cowboys, and although I don’t like Nashville Commercial Country Music, I found myself listening to the words of his songs. One was about a cowboy who fell in love with the boss’ daughter. In the song, the girl was too young, but she loved the cowboy, so they ran away to Mexico and lived happily for ten years. Her dad tracked them down, snuck up. "Wonder Woman seems to have disappeared. There have been no reports on her for almost 2 years now. We do not know if she was killed and we haven't heard of it, or if she decided to leave our world and returned home to Paradise Island. Wherever the hell that place is." My dear Col, when you return to Berlin you may inform my good friend Adolph, that he need not worry about Wonder Woman ever again" How can you be sure?" Col Schultz asked."Allow me. Col Helmut Schultz may I present Lt Diana Prince. It was a lot of fun to watch everyone try to do this. More than once the woman would roll almost all the way across the room. We had to catch several so they wouldn’t run into the wall. The next game was like the game musical chairs. We would have the women lean over the couches with a man behind them. The men would eat the woman’s pussy for one minute then move to their right. The goal was to see which woman could hold out the longest. As each woman came, she and the man who made her come had. .." A soft groan escaped Ranma's mouth when the constructionworker wiggled his fat index finger into her moist hole. Slowly thestiff digit worked its way into Ranma's love hole, giving her more ofthe unwanted pleasure."Bet you want to fuck real bad now, slut," grinned the man as hebreathed on Ranma's ear again before lowering down to her neck andlicking. It was like he knew exactly where to attack. His every actionwas making her more aroused and less resistant. Ranma's round breastswere heaving.