Then I began heading south, kissing her chest, and down her stomach, and then I started kissing along her inner thighs. At this point she was glisteni...g wet, and it was all I could do not to go straight for her pussy-but I wanted more sexual tension, so I continued to kiss in between her thighs until I couldn't stand it anymore. I licked up the length of her pussy, and contemplated the taste of her as I looked into her eyes. She was sweet, like a salt water taffy. After I concluded this I began. She smiled at me, and signalled me with her dainty hands to come forth into her home. I walked in and there was no turning back now. We stood silent. My heart was beating hard and fast like a steam train. She took a step forward ”could you close the door please” she uttered. I obeyed, and closed it, my hands quivering with excitement and then she stood before me, her body so close to mine. She could hear my breathing and I her’s. Suddenly, without any warning we both lunged at one another in. We drive for about an hour arriving a large country house, on entering we are shown to a room set up for playing poker, I am told this will be my room and I will serve drinks, snacks and get anything the players need, this seems to easy for the debt to be paid. The game begins and I serve the guys they are all polite and well mannered, the stakes are high and big money is changing hands, after an hour the guys ask for some snacks and as I put them on the table hands runs up the back of my. Then in 1881, I was killed near Sumner by a friend named Pat. Well, he really didn’t kill me, that was just a story we made up so I could, first off, not die, and stop being chased, and Pat would be a hero. Since then it was back to Henry McCarty. No one knows that name.” Michelle and Suzanna both sat in shocked silence at their guest’s story and just knew it had to be a tall tale. He laughed and said, “You can see right through me ladies. I hope you liked the tale. Always gets a few laughs.” .