I know you can’t run away from who you are, you can’t stay hid from people all the time, you have a life to live, but this is too big for folks to...let go of,” Sheriff Wade said as he sat looking at Tom.“I reckon I knew all along this day would come, I was hoping I’d get to finish up my doings here in Kansas and ride on out before it was pointed out who I really am. I hope you don’t think I’m ashamed of who I am, it’s just that I don’t know how to handle all this.”“Just be who you are Tom,. .and that's kinda hot (as long as he's not telling TOO MANY people LOL!) I had already met one of his "boys" (Isiah...more on him later!) and was intrigued when he mentioned one of his other boys, Kenyan, who would be supplying transportation this past FRI night. "Who's Kenyan?" I asked and "Oh, you aint met him yet!" was the reply. Hmmmm....”yet”? :)So, Friday night arrived and this was supposed to be our last hook-up before he moved. He said some of his other friends were throwing him a party. They finally got tired of the game and Michelle said "fetch the towels boy. You've been good, I give you permission to dry me"Of course that put more "stress" on my dick even with the towel between my hands and those delicious big and soft breasts of hers.Red dried herself but then the two of them tackled me, even though by then I had almost drip dried.I had some cold lobster already out of the shells, a remoulade sauce and salad with assorted dressings. Add to that some nice warm rolls, a nice. Once my hair had been nearly as curly and unruly as Dylan’s, but now I kept it cut short and close to my head, a simple, efficient haircut that complimented my face. I had a largish nose that was ever so slightly crooked from previously being broken. My brow was pronounced over light gray-green eyes, and my jaw was solid and strong. My lips were full and kissable and for the moment not busted or split. I kept a short, neatly trimmed red beard because without it I tended to have a baby face. My.