Mostly, ever since then and it’s been two years, I’ve just been traveling, working where I could and hunting when I had to, and I can tell you tha... it ain’t exactly easy to hunt with a pistol, but I’ve got no place to put a bow even if I knew enough to use one. My grandfather taught me a little when I was a kid, but I think that mostly I just amused him. There’s no room for a rifle either. Everything that I own’s gotta fit into a couple of feet square. I’d been through a few states before I. Ross-Jordan’s office.She entered the U.S. Attorney’s private office to find Nancy Ross Jordan seated not behind the big executive desk but on one of the conversational chairs at the side of her office. Nancy waved Lynda to a seat on the opposing couch. A bottle of blue label scotch was on the coffee table. There were two glasses.“I felt like a cocktail. It’s been a long day,” Nancy began, “Will you join me?”“I’d love to,” Lynda said suddenly losing all the fear that had been plaguing her all. I had to admit, I was actually starting to get the hang of riding, although it really helped to have Tripp behind me, telling me exactly what to do. Beyond the cabins was an open dusty field that stretched farther than I could see. Back at the ranch, the houses and barns filled a lot of space, so there wasn’t a lot of room to ride, except for in some of the larger corrals. Here, there was nothing but room. We’d been going at a leisurely pace, and it would have been relaxing if I hadn’t been so. ”Sue saw him hesitate again. “I know you have a thousand questions baby, and l promise l will answer all of them, but do it now, do as your father says and do it hard.”David placed three fingers at the entrance of her cunt. He could see her forcing herself to relax. She smiled at him.In one movement he rammed his fingers into her, he heard her hiss as he plunged into the depths of her cunt. Thankfully, he thought, she was still lubricated from when he had fucked her earlier but as his.