I knew Maureen was a beautiful redhead, but I had no idea how a dancers body was like a chiseled sculpture, she was the most beautiful girl I’ve eve... seen. Maureen pushed me backwards on the couch and straddled me. Then she reached behind her back, grabbed my organ and guided it into her firm young pussy. When I slid it into her she flinched and made a loud moan, she was incredibly tight, and I had to make a hard thrust just to get my cock into her pussy. Soon I learned why. Maureen leaned. "By damn, that is amazin'! I kin already tell that this is a big improvement over what I been usin'. Thanks, Mr. Bartender! I will go out on the prairie right now an' give it a try."I had practiced with Pa's holster an' gun fer years when he was not lookin', so I was reasonably proficient with it, but I quickly found out that the shoulder holster rig was made for me, or the other way around. Fer my first few tries, I prudently unloaded my gun by removing the cylinder an' tried drawin' an' dry. " Yes," Bryant said."You didn't mention that when you came to see us earlier," Strelzcyzk accused."I gave you the name of the suspect and the name of the victim in my case," Bryant countered. "You have three hundred officers and one hundred fifty civilian aides. I have me and a murder to solve. I didn't want to get into a jurisdictional pissing contest with you. I put in the time and the effort to solve this case. Your case has already been moved to the back burner. If you had run Mary Beth. I sauntered up to the bar and looked around."You got time for a stiff one?" the bartender asked."No thanks, I'll just have a drink," I replied.At the end of the bar a cheap transvestite hooker held a cocktail in one hand and a sailor's cock in the other."I'll have what she's having," I gestured to the bartender."I don't think she's finished with it," he replied sarcastically."The drink you idiot!" I corrected him."One 'dirty cock-sucking cowboy' coming up," he smiled."Ever since 'Brokeback.