"Frank Clifford sent me, Mark," he said for greeting. "Something ain't right! Chief Morgan left us over an hour ago to do some lookin' on his own, he ...aid. We were suppose to meet up with him on the other side of Wiley's Stream, but he should've been there quite a spell ago! Frank wants to know what he should do?"Damn that Morgan! the young sheriff inwardly cursed. He'd given strict orders that they all stay together to avoid any mishaps, like what had happened to his father... "Frank's taken. Jan, can we do this again?" Yes, Brad, we can do it whenever we get a chance. But understand I don't love you. I just want to have sex with you. I love my family and will do nothing to compromise that relationship." She said this as she massaged his dick to even another erection. She straddled him and took him deep into her boiling pussy. "But I'll do things with you that I never would imagine doing with my husband."They stroked for a few minutes and Brad ejaculated into her again. They then. Dave smiled, waited for her to calm down, then put his tongue on her again and ran it from the top of her slit to the bottom, making Mishy gasp. He then looked over her, licked his lips a few times."Umm, sweet as honey."Mishy lifted the pillow, blushed and giggled at him.With Mishy now relaxed, Dave turned to the serious business of giving her serious pleasure. He buried his face in her slit, found her clit with his tongue and flicked it over and over again until her hips rose from the bed.. I started wondering if Claire was somehow involved. Wait a minute, what about the audit I couldn’t balance. Holy shit! Now I started to worry that I was somehow in trouble too. I decided to settle down until I had some real information, and let the soothing spray jets work their magic to calm my nerves. Worrying about it at this point was just a foolish waste of time. Besides everyone knew how the newsies fucked up almost every story they reported. Hell it might even be a different company.