If you don’t like the spin that this story takes, I am very sorry, but things just get wilder and crazier from here. Even if you don’t like it and...you liked the first three, I still recommend that you keep reading on because you may still like the series. And if you liked this one better than my last three, you will probably like the rest of my series even more because it has stuff like this mixed in with stuff from the last story put together. And if you like spoilers (not for future stories. His joint was well-lubricated and stiff as a hat rack. "Can you feel this?" he asked, leaning his rubbery meat into position between her cheeks."Oh, God, yes," she muttered. "That's nice and soft." She came up on her hands and knees and made the slope of her crack a little steeper. Andy adjusted his angle and enjoyed the thrill of a slide or two up and down the anal crease. He kept Susan's pretty buns apart with 'his hands. He kneaded the flesh of her ass with, his strong, experienced fingers,. A few miles west of Laramie, Ángel started feeling drowsy. He passed by a roadside stop, and less than five minutes later closed his eyes for a brief, but fatal, five seconds. It was 8:07pm. ~~~~~ Terry left the ranch at seven, right after dinner. He was going to a friend’s house to pick up a present for his daughter, Millie. For her tenth birthday, he was buying her a pony. She had been taking riding lessons, and wanted a horse, ‘more than anything in the world.’ Terry had a number of well. She pulled away from my lips, her eyes once again locked on mine.“You ok?” she giggled.“Yes, I am just fine.” I replied.An hour later we were parked in Jasmin’s driveway, her head on my shoulder as I held her close to me. We talked about the upcoming prom and next week’s festivities. I walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight, watching her go in and lock the door behind her.I was still in bed the next morning when my cell phone rang on the nightstand. I reached over and answered it still.