She asked if I had any plans and I told her that I had a ton of things to do at the office and around the house but encouraged her to go ahead and vis...t. That evening, while my wife was in the den watching a show, I emailed David and told him my weekend was free. The next morning before I headed off to the office I checked my email and David had already read my message and emailed me back.He provided the name and address of a bar in town which was gay friendly. While I had never heard of the. “No no, just a few blocks away.” He replied.We walked out of the bathroom and up to my table and Laura was sitting with a stunning Rasta girl who introduced herself as Hope. The Man and the woman were married and Laura and I were just lucky enough to stumble upon them at the same time. The man’s name was Peter and the two of them looked very nice together.Both sporting intense dreads, Peter was wearing shorts and a nice button-up white short-sleeve shirt. Hope had on a very colorful dress. He seems like such a nice man. Mrs. Anderson was a lovely person, but she was a little stuffy and formal. Mr. Woodruff is much more relaxed and easier to be around. Besides, he likes jokes.We met Adolph Woodruff at the train when he arrived and we loaded his chest in the buckboard. We climbed into the carriage and started back to the ranch. We laughed and talked all the way home. He was going to be a real asset around our home. He laughed at Sarah's jokes and witty sayings and generally treated. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the coke, or the combination of the two. Or perhaps it was the years of pent up lust and desire. But I kept at it. Sweat poured from the two of us. Our breath was ragged, but our hearts beat so hard and fast. I could tell that another orgasm was building for her. She didn't want it. Not yet. "Turn me over and fuck my ass. Drive me to Tucson!" Damn. Another fantasy come true. I pulled out and grabbed a hip, forcing her onto her stomach. I reached with both hands.