Dan placed the photo back in the drawer. For obvious reasons, he'dtaken to concealing all of his pictures of Marissa. He knew that onesmall misfire co...ld blow the lid off the plan he'd so meticulouslycrafted. With the finish line in striking distance, he'd made everyeffort to anticipate snags and nip them in the bud. He believed he'dcovered every base.He turned his thoughts to the sexual side of the equation. Things hadprogressed nicely on that flank, too. Three months had passed since. No doubt in my mind, being the egotist I am, that she was checking me out and studying my great ass. The next day I wore my tightest shorts, to show off not only my great ass, but also my natural, inviting bulge in my crotch. She was in the same spot, stretching, and when she saw me, she was briefly transfixed on the swelling in front of her. She smiled a sultry smile and once again followed me. She too seemed to have changed up her running togs, with short shorts and a cropped top (her abs. We idled along, and two days later we heard shots. It’s odd, but most Westerners can tell a lot by listening to shots. A few shots popped off during a wild night in town won’t register as much as the same amount of shots during a gunfight. There is a difference between a single hunter’s shot and a volley loosed by a group of buffalo hunters. The shots we heard were fighting shots, a brief flurry, silence for a minute or two, then a single shot followed by another flurry. It sounded like two or. "There was a sudden and unexpected change in Nat's demeanor. "Yassa massah. I does what ya wants." she said as she impaled my cock with her wet mouth. I lie back enjoying the contrast of my white prick against Nat's brown skin as it disappeared and reappeared from her mouth.I thought back to how it must have been prior to the Civil War when slaves were prominent in the old south. Having a bunch of dark wenches to satisfy my cock was exciting. Being able to fuck them whenever I wanted, even.