She tried to stifle a cry as the pain of her barrenness plucked at her heartstrings in a vicious reminder that they had failed to produce a child. Thi... was really the whole reason for her melancholy, not the foul weather; her body clock was running and time was whizzing by. It wasn’t that they hadn’t tried, oh no, they had made love in every conceivable position, at any time and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s bodies. It just hadn’t happened, but neither of them had the courage to go to the. It was those boobs that ultimately brought her to his doorstep this day. Of course, Laura Hottae didn’t know that. All Laura knew was what her husband had told her. All her husband knew was that it had something to do with his boss’s son.“Mrs. Hottae! Please. Come in. Can I get you something to drink?” With his hand on her lower back, Fred guided her into his den.Laura looked around, clearly impressed. Mr. Cree was the wealthiest man in the county. Maybe even in the state. Her husband worked as. ‘Ohhh yes, yes, yes,’ she wailed as I worked on her clit and pussy. She came violently, shaking and twitching, grabbing my head and pulling my face into her pussy, her juice flooding out and covering my face as she rocked my head back and forth. Finally she let go and I leaned back up. ‘Now eat Karen’s pussy, I know you’ve been dying to,’ Sarah said, almost sounding jealous.I moved over between Karen’s legs looking deep into her eyes. She moved her hands away from her pussy and started. It was the 4th. And the Clantons and McLaurys were marching toward the front door of our place, AKA the OK-Corral! Probably sent by Sheriff Zoe Behan. I had to assume they were armed, but I wasn’t. Talk about suckee situations.Cherry was standing beside me when they pulled up. Everyone was smiling, how sincerely would have been a question.“Well if it isn’t the cowboys: Grant, Ian, Herman, and Ronald. Let me guess, the sheriff sent you all,” I said.“Husband mine, these are the good guys. Be.