" I'd suggest the Jeep, then. We don't use it much 'cept when there's a cattle drive." Thanks. I'd like to go to town and get some things. Oh ... shit...... I just realized. I don't have a job any more. What am I going to do for money?" I was talking to myself rather than Rance."What's mine is yours," he said quietly, his arms circling me and pulling me close. "There's time enough to decide what you want from this life here on the ranch. Maybe a home business? In the meantime, I assume you've. Some men wondered if she wore any panties. Her five inch heels made her legs stand out when she stood or walked.Her hair, makeup, manicure with long red nails, and loads of jewelry made other men in the dining establishment to sneak looks at her without their wives noticing. She was an object of their lusts and fantasies. Many of the macho Latino males in her old neighborhood at Division and Cicero were angry that she married such a wimp of a white boy."I'm all for that," Myron looked her in. I grinned and stopped to admire their incestuous embrace.Bimbo caught up to my dick and swallowed it.I gasped at the intensity of the blonde airhead's sucking. She cleaned off Fawn's juices from the tip of my dick. Her blue eyes squeezed shut. She moaned out in delight as she nursed on my dick. I groaned, too, the pleasure sweeping through me.It felt incredible having her nurse on my girl-dick. My cunt clenched, the heat sweeping out of my twat and brimming in my balls. I groaned, my hips. I wanted to cum, now, badly! Please start up again! The hours went by, the butterfly would go off and on but never intense or long enough to send me over the edge. The whipper striped me two more sets. One with three and the next with four. Today I had received more and harder lashes than I had ever experienced before. But at least my feet had stayed on the floor - so far. I hoped they stayed that way. The whipper had me pretty well ragged out. I thought I only had a couple of.