What was it about the Finnegan men? *** Rafe stepped off the train killing mad. He was sick of Kate running from him. Damn it, she was most likely goi...g to be the mother of his child, the damn fool woman should have more sense than to run from a seasoned tracker. Dan and Finn were laughing at him, at least with their eyes. For all the hell Finn had put him through, the man was growing on him, all Kate’s friends were. Dan Forth was quiet, watchful, but he had a sharp sense of humor. Finn may be. Iscrunched up my nose and chuckled. This was kind of weird but I wasdetermined to take a look.Now that my boxer shorts were exposed I could see the bulge directly andmy heart rate increased in anticipation. I'd seen a few dozen cocks inmy life but having one myself; touching it; was going to be a real trip.I tented the boxer shorts out and there it was: not bad for size butjust unbelievable lying there, thick and round and nestled in its tangleof pubic hair. I wriggled the boxer shorts down. There were two queen-sized beds in the room. We moved to the beds, him on one, me on the other. He stripped out of his clothes, revealing his perfect eight-inch cock. I wanted it so bad, but had to respect his wishes.I just had to push the limits some. I moved to his bed and moved so I was lying down with my face between his legs. I wanted a close-up view of him stroking his cock. I was so close, I was breathing my hot breath on his cock (still not touching, right?). This was driving him. Richard looked at her round little bottom in her cut off jeans. ‘We got strawberry, orange, this stupid grape stuff…’ Bernadette itemized. ‘Hey, I like that grape stuff!’ Patrick screeched. ‘You want some?’ Bernadette asked him. ‘Yes ma’am,’ he said, prompting David to comment about what a sissy Patty was. ‘Shut up,’ Richard ordered. ‘I want some grape stuff too,’ Bee demanded. ‘Orange for me,’ David demanded. ‘Orange for me, what?’ Bernadette prompted. ‘Please,’ David said, and then paused for.