At all. Well, perhaps an air bed in the dining room - maybe - and only for the selected, a very selected few.My other half had an appointment in town ...he couldn't put off, indeed had been waiting for for some time - we both got a muttered 'See you later - I'll try not to be more than two hours...' over her shoulder. She hurtled out the door, leaving us with the dog, who looked her mournful self at not getting to go for a walk as well.Sam looked at me in a wheedling way. A way that said she knew. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw open the blankets. September mornings in the mountains can produce an unseasonable chill, so I wasn't surprised when I noticed the rock hard protrusion from her thin t-shirt. Either she didn't notice my gaze or could care less. At this point I was in uncharted territory. I never had a girl in my bed let alone a girl that had a preclusion to sleep with any guy that gave her the attention she so desperately desired.I awkwardly climbed into the bed staying. Loving, romantic sex that is quiet and sweet as well as hot, sweaty, hair pulling sex that is loud and rough. Both kinds have their place. I love either. But then there's this other thing that has found it's way into our repertoire. I find it thrilling, to say the least.She makes me suck it before she penetrates me too."Come over here and suck my cock, Bitch," she said. "It's going balls deep in your ass so you better get it wet."I crawled over to her. She lifted the huge cock and offered it to. He eased his way out of the door and sat on the bench nearest a barrel, which he planned to use as cover if needed. He looked anxiously down the street towards the Marshal's office and he saw the Marshal and one of his deputies advancing towards the bank cautiously. He let his arm hanging down over the side of the bench closest to the Marshal and he waved it furiously in hopes of catching the Marshal's attention. The Marshal pulled up short and his deputy ran into him. But he acknowledged that.