Maybe another time.She left it in the car.Done playing, she reached for the belt. When he heard the belt buckle hestarted whimpering. He knew what was...coming. He gasped for breath...the sweetsmell of coconut.. He really didn't want to be spanked anymore.She loved to hear grown men cry. It was such an pathetic sound. With the firstsmack, men let out a deep barotone yell. With each additional stroke, theurgency, pitch and volume sound more and more like a little sissy girl. By thetime she is. I heard some OOH's and Wow's when they saw it. I smiled as it clearly excited them as I slowly stroked my shaft. "Well boys what do you think of my cock? It's big isn't it?" One boy said "It's the biggest I've ever seen, I wish mine was that big. What does it feel like?" I said "It feels great to me, I love to play with it." He said " Can I feel it, it looks so hard." I said " I guess it would be OK, you can come play with it if you want to." He move next to the chair I was sitting in and. Had to, to survive out there as long as he has." You heard anything about him driving a herd to Abilene?" Naw." Brady shook his head. "He's only got three hands. They all come to town with a small herd twice a year and kick up their heels, but they're little drives. I don't think he's ever brought more than two hundred head in at a time."Bennet nodded. "Know anything about another feller? He's a newcomer, according to Davidson. He seems to think this man might be a squatter, north of here who's. ” Dad looked at me with grievance in his eyes. He could speak only one thing, “I am sorry.” I was feeling helpless. I said, “It’s OK dad. If Pooja has no problem, its fine with me. It is your life, I won’t interfere.” My words gave a life to them. They continued what they were doing. Dad asked me to get us a bottle of vodka from his room. I reached his room upstairs and took a bottle with me to the hall. I made pegs for everyone and gave a glass each to the four guys present there. As I took a.