My deputies tell me that there is a stampede of fallen doves headed to the Toro every night to hear you sing.”Until Faulkner said that, I hadn’t e...en remembered that women couldn’t vote in the 1870s. How freaking stupid was that, especially for a lawyer?Before I left his office, the Sheriff had a request for me. He asked that I escort my client home. Faulkner didn’t want to chance Carlos and the cowboys he’d carved up running into each other.I could hardly say no to his request, so I headed. Danni wondered if Theodore wanted a bump and grind type show, which she had heard about but had no real knowledge of, or just wanted to see her naked. Either way the fastest way for her to remove her dress would be if he undid the buttons down her back so she went and sat beside him and presented her back without saying a word. Theodore chuckled and began undoing her buttons. When he was done he stroked the now exposed part of her upper back causing her to jump a little; he gave another. Now done upin an informal sundress, ponytail, and wedges, perfectly suited for arelaxed breakfast with a good friend.Tyler re-packed his burgundy purse with his smartphone and his RingedAmusements tablet and stepped out into the hallway. The flouncy skirt ofhis sundress swished around his shins as he walked, eliciting a contentsigh. Soon he was down in the lobby, which bustled with the activity ofearly brunch. Pyramid Suites had put out a massive spread of just aboutevery breakfast food. .a..t?" Cecilia stammered."I assure you," Melvin winked at her. "I will do a neat sucking job once you are through." This is a theatre and I am your sister," Cecilia gulped her saliva as she spoke with her eyes pinned on her brother's gigantic dick."There is nobody in the box," Melvin leaned into her ears and whispered. "It doesn't matter to me being your brother."Melvin suddenly started playing with his rod. His hands went around her again pulling her body towards him. Cecilia's tender breasts.