.. ever.Someone must have pulled the funding for the asbestoses umbrella and galoshes salesman. No one heard a peep out of him today. It seemed like f...ar wasn't selling very well for some reason, imagine that.Editors' desks groaned with the weight of copy to be gone through, even in electronic form, as an army of reporters and journalists filed stories as fast as they could make their Blackberries work. Although the coverage was as in-depth as anything ever done by The Chicago Sun Times; there. When we got back to the ranch I at least got out of attending Jenkins burial, begging off so I could get back to Lancaster.There wasn't a livery stable in Lancaster, but Frank had a couple of stalls behind his smithy. I put a horse in each and made sure they had water. I even found his tack room and put away my saddle, pad, and bridle.When I entered the store, Mary was waiting on an older man, selling him some tobacco, so I sat down at the table to get a load off my feet. As soon as he left she. Her brown eyes had peered all over my erogenous zones and it sparked a bit discomfort for myself as well. She was almost as tall as me.Upon further notice I had seen her nipples protruding her tank top and leggings clung all over that ass. As she left, I could see her ass wiggling while climbed the fleet of stairs. I had an erection and went back to doing my chores. ‘What a sight to be marveled at’, I thought.I was back one day from college and couldn’t find my maid at my place. I went upstairs. “I haven’t had any pussy since last night. These days, I need lots of pussy.”“No, thank you.” Donna moved for the door, dragging her husband who stumbled with her. “Wait.” Chris reached for them, but his outstretched fingers fell short of the pretty redhead. “Wait just a sec.”“Hurry, Mark.” Donna made it to the door, opened it, and pulled her husband out of the room with her. “Please.” She left all their notes and equipment behind, along with that horrible boy. By the time they were outside in.