Every eye was on her hand as she pumped it toward herself, rhythmically jostling the pair against her palm. She started to chant, “Come on, come on,...�� as her voice rose in voluptuous intensity. “Oh yeah! Give it to me,” she said as she let them fly against the back wall. They came up craps, and she looked apologetically at the man beside her. “The table’s so long,” she cooed as she lightly massaged her throwing arm, “and it’s been hard all night.” She let out a breathy sigh and leaned against. The previous trek from Amarillo to Albuquerque hadn't been like a Sunday afternoon ride. It had been almost two weeks of riding from sunup to sun down. Possibly for someone, like Dillon, it was the isolation that was the most difficult part of the journey.To make the trip easier and pass the time, Dillon fell back on a habit he'd picked up during the war; he talked to his horses. During his service with the First Virginian he would often talk to his horse before a battle. It wasn't that Dillon. You’re not the type, I would have caught on; and if you don’t remember the conversation we’d been having before, I said that if you’d ever decided you wanted to do something like that before, I’d have been cool with it, because ‘I trust my best friend with all that I am’ means everything. And because there isn’t another man in the world who COULD do that to me, so it seems now like the only way either of us might’ve gotten that fantasy fulfilled.”That gave Troy a smile.“Ok, good. I would never. Sentii che ancora si stava facendo la doccia, ecco dov'era la troia! Ad aspettarmi, vicino al letto, così come per l'abitudine della figlia, c'erano delle scarpe molto più alte! Delle decolté nere lucide con dei fiocchettini allapunta molto invitanti che gridavano: riempiteci tutti! Ero eccitato da morire ragazzi, ma ancora non mi bastava, volevo rischiare di più!Con la scarpa abbassata in modo che mi toccasse il cazzo e pronta a raccogliere qualsiasi spruzzo da esso prodotto, aprii la porta.