Just a baby up close, if there had been any doubt at a distance. I reached out and touched her hair. Nothing i*****l about that was there? It was thic..., yes, but it gave under my touch as if it were full of air. She actually had dimples. Two little dimples.“That’s very sweet of you, Mr. Walker.”“It’s a pleasure to sign your book for you.” I smiled at her.“I heard them saying you were going to be here. I hope you don’t mind.” She smiled at me.There was a book signing party in my honor upstairs. He was killed instantly, and this was the result that Keith was looking for. Keith was able to down 3 more of the Mexicans before he was noticed. Even 12 men were too many for Keith to take on by himself, so he turned his horse and ran; Keith had never dismounted because he knew that he would eventually have to make this sort of escape.He slung his crossbow across his back and pulled his pistol. The Mexicans who were chasing Keith were all swinging sabers, so Keith knew how much room he was. It's happening again...ohhh yesss...A different anonymous thrust penetrates to the hilt; a raw confession escapes from its perpetrator that he can feel me coming all over his cock. The earthiness of that admission breaks another guy who's looking and wanking. It's too late for him to pull his hand away and his cum ejects in vigorous streams that Pollock-paint the shirttails and bared buttocks waiting ahead of him. Astride my shoulders, the line-jumper jams his thickly muscled tool toward my. I hadn't considered it would go that far, and I could feel myself tensing in anger. I started walking in that direction, but Sarah reached out and grabbed my hand."Where do you think you're going?" she asked.I didn't have a good answer. My wife was fucking another man in our bed, but this suddenly didn't seem so bad. Sarah pulled herself over and took my cock in her hand. "There's one thing I bet I can do with this that I can't do with Mark's."With that, she gave it a couple of sucks, then.