Now, this was the way to live!I was already starting to get a reputation around Cheyenne as a man not to be messed with. Furthermore, my next capture ...ealed my reputation as a man who could get things done. In this case, I was in a saloon nursing a beer and trying to learn the game of poker. So far, I had managed to keep myself even money-wise, but it was more work than I expected. The stakes were low in this game, but it was not a penny-ante affair by any means.Anyway, we had been playing for. Sure enough that bastard must have been really horny from blowing me, he didn't waste anytime he was spooning me and I could feel the heat from his hard cock next to my ass. He was rubbing his cock all over my ass, then I felt him pull away and reach for something, He must have been reaching for KY Jelly because he was back up against me but his cock seemed more slippery, I felt his fingers reach for my hole and I felt him apply some jelly to my ass. He then proceeded to rub his cock all over. Surprised by the entire sports exchange, Jerry said, “How did you meet?”“My twin brother played college ball with him,” Ms. Woodhill said patting Coach Reynolds on the arm.“Your twin brother?” Jerry asked staring at her.“Carl Woodhill,” Ms. Woodhill answered.“Quarterback of the Florida Fishes?” Sid asked staring at Ms. Woodhill. She was famous in the school for being totally ignorant of sports. It was hard to believe that her brother was a quarterback for a pro football team.“Yes,” Ms. Woodhill. Plumbing? Garry asked next. I told him that was to be re-done as the electrical was, to suit tenant.Tony was back looking more relaxed.Garry wanted to go see the building.I got keys and we walked down there.In front on the side walk I pointed out the four huge Grecian columns and the three lane wide area in front of the main doors to the building and suggested that was perfect to let customers get in and out of their cars in bad weather while a valet parked for them.There was a big rusty roll.