"I guess she could easily work her way around the skins and on through the bars, but at least she won't be able to fly out of the cave so easily," he ...emarked.When Morales went back to the case and the chicken, Lobo came nearer before sitting to grin at him. "You want to see that bitch come after me again, don't you? But she's on my turf this time." Damn, I wish I was as confident as I sound, he thought as he grabbed a length of parachute cord before picking the chicken up. "Shit, she's even. He stood up and undressed before lying on top of the girl. He positioned his cock by her sissy cunt and slowly eased it in. He had lubed her well and his whole cock went straight in. He withdrew and then pushed back in again. She had the most perfect cunt, easy to penetrate but tight enough to grip his manliness. For this reason he preferred young sissies and boys whose pussies had not yet been ruined by years of intense fucking. He started a steady fucking rhythm as the girl started to stir.. It came too easy to explain it that way. It was self deprecating enough to convince myself I wasn't hiding any ugly truths from myself. It worked very well as an explanation but for one little thing. I knew it wasn't true. She said, "Well, we aren't on speaking terms at the moment so I don't see that conversation, or any other for that matter, happening." "What was the very last thing he said to you?" The waiter came and took our order. When he had left she said, "Fuck. It looked like rustling was branching out to encompass more that just our Circle JB. I'd have to tell Harold Bronson about this when we returned his cattle.It was near enough to 5:00 o'clock that Sam and I decided to wait for help to arrive from the ranch compound before we did anything about the dead rustlers. Juan and 6 ranch hands showed up about 5:30, expecting all kinds of trouble. We related what had happened, and they were all impressed with the tale of Sam's shooting. They helped me.