Of course, a guy wouldn’t shoot you for no reason. You had to find some reason to make him want to shoot you. So that fellow went out and claimed th...s gunfighter had besmirched the honor of my great-grandmother. Of course, the gunfighter shot him.”Amy couldn’t help herself, she asked, “That was common?”“Very common. Hell, more than half the people that died in gunfights in the old west were really committing suicide. It’s a fact,” answered Harvey as if he were an expert in the old west.“Okay,”. His big black dick made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.“Cum on my dick!” he shouted at me, plunging deeper and harder into my pussy. He buried every inch of his massive black dick inside my pussy rolling me into a second orgasm even more intense than the first one.He walked us over and sat down on the pool stairs with me still fully impaled on his rock hard dick just below the water line.“Ride my dick and make me cum, bitch…” He demanded smacking my ass before pinching my hard nipples. There were messages from both Sandra and Amy, from John Gilbert at the gym, wanting to set up time with me this afternoon, and from Dean Peterson asking me to stop and see him after my painting class on Friday. I was about to open Sandra’s message when a new message came in from Lissa. I looked and it said simply, “Have you picked up a Daytimer yet?”That really brought me up short. I’d blown off the athletic director and trainer at the club yesterday and that reflected badly on Lissa. She’d. ” she said. I agreed.Even though I still hadn't fully woken up, I kept my eyes open so I could look deeply into her beautiful eyes while she mounted me. “I love watching the looks on your face while you’re taking me in deeper and deeper into your sweet pussy,” I told her.“I love the look on your face while I’m doing it,” she said.She leaned over and gave my a deep, tender, passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me.“I love the feel your beautiful, tender breasts.