‘I don’t know, but I will by Friday night.’ My friend Alan loves photography. He lives on a farm about four miles north of town and he rides to ...chool on a horse too. We became friends the year I started riding Blizzard to school. Second grade. I rode the scenic route and met him on his way home from school Thursday. While Blizzard and Spot got reacquainted (Spot is an Appy) I handed Alan ten dollars. ‘What’s this for?’ ‘Buy fast, high contrast film and take pictures of Paul Garrett from the. ”“I’m proud to be a part of what you do for folks Tom and proud that you’d even let me ride with you. I’ll be kinda glad to get back to just riding and looking again for a while too. Not wearing a badge is gonna feel different, ain’t it?”They turned in their badges and collected their pay for the three weeks they rode for the different Sheriff’s. Sheriff Wade made sure they got all they had coming, and told them that he’d collect from the other county Sheriffs later.True to what they’d told the. .." he whispered. Julia understood."He has a few broken bones and bullet holes, but nothing too bad." she replied. "Apart from our dead – you are our most serious patient." David tried open his eyes. Nothing happened – he couldn't see. He struggled to raise himself from the bed, only to have Julia forcefully push him down onto his back. "Don't move my love, be still!" Here voiced seemed ragged. "The doctor wants you to remain still. I'll get him to come and give you some more morphine."David's. His other two mates, Jordan and Adrian, were standing either side of me stroking their cocks. I reached out to my right hand side and grabbed Jordans cock, stroking it for him. Nick stopped rimming me, dropped his pants and spat on his erect 8 inch cock and started lubing it up. I then felt it press against my arse hole. I felt his hard cock make its way into my arse hole, deeper and deeper. It was then all the way in my tight little hole. He started to pound my arse. I could feel his balls.