Simon would be invited around and found her sobbing on the sofa and would sit next to her and putting one arm around her would comfort her.‘There, t...ere, Gran. Don’t upset yourself, let me kiss those tears away’ She would look up at him and reply ‘Oh Simon, you can always make me feel good let me give a nice granny kiss’. Tricia leaned in to him and shoving her tongue down his throat gently placed her hand on his engorged cock. That was his move to put his hand up her skirt and finger fuck her. I thanked him and went to the nearest saloon to see if I could stir up more useful information. I wound up talking to six different bartenders that day, but I didn’t have much more information than the marshal had given me. I figured that I had enough money to carry me for a while, so I could take the time to go after Hosser. It happened that I knew those hills pretty well since I had hunted in them for the years since I graduated from the 6th Grade. My Army training as a Ranger was going to be. You gasp and pull back. “Pinch them harder,” you say. I do and you cry out.“Pull up your skirt,” I say. You look at me. Your eyes are green and very direct. “If you take it we’ll both enjoy it more,” you say. I’m a bit stunned; this is not who I expected you to be. I reach down with both hands and pull your skirt up over your hips and slide your panties down to your ankles. Then I step back and look at you – your arms pinned to your sides with your sweater and your tits and pussy. He’d never ridden a train, and he wasn’t sure if his horse would stay aboard a train, once loaded ... If in fact he was able to load him. Then, he remembered how Pete Musselwhite had gotten close to Outlaw.He paid for his breakfast and that of his two deputies, then he went straight to the kitchen in hopes of finding some lumpy sugar.“Marshal, do you mean a sack of sugar that’s been wet and is now solid as a rock?”“Well, if you have some like you just mentioned, I’d like to have a look. It may.