Damn! That was good service. I could go to Amarillo to pick them up and be back home before the weather got too cold.I got ready to travel to Amarillo...to pick up the guns, and Helen insisted that she wanted to go, too. Well, the only practical way to go was by horseback, so she had to dress like a man to make that trip with any kind of convenience. I hardly had myself wrapped around the details of taking Helen with me when Jeff and Martha decided to go with us. Dammit, this was turning into a. Tentatively she walked over and I maneuvered her out on to the balcony. Being on the 7th floor we could not be seen from the hotel courtyard, but from above was a different manner. 'Bend over and put your hands on the wall' I said, at which point I heard an audible in take of breath, but that paled into insignificance with her cry as I pushed my dick deep inside her. Holding still momentarily I said ' look at the sea' and as she did I started to thrusting into her slowly, but very firmly. Every. Then as last orders were called she suggested one more game and the winner could claim a prize. I asked what the prize was and she said that was up to the winner. Well she won, and suggested we go back to my bed sit for a nightcap. Luckily I had some whisky in I poured us a glass each as soon as we entered the bedsit. Of course there is little furniture in a bedsit so we both sat on the end of the bed. She looked at me and told me that in fact her prize from me was that I had to give her an. Then part of this is about figuring out exactly what that means.”“How do we do that?” a guy asked.“What’s your name?” I asked.“Phil,” he said.“By doing what we’re doing here. Asking questions. Giving answers. And those answers yield more questions, which yield more answers.”“So kind of like Socrates?” he asked.“Exactly like Socrates! Though I’m not going to call him, Plato, and Aristotle ‘morons’,” I chuckled.“The Princess Bride!” Len laughed.“Exactly. Vizzini was outsmarted because he didn’t.