His thick golden brown hair was expertly styled to hide the places where his deformity would not allow hair to grow. His hair appeared normal, as did ...he left side of his face, most of his forehead, all of his chin, half of his nose and all of his lips. He turned his head to the right, hiding the right side of his face."Why can I not look this way on both sides?"Another sigh escaped his lips.The dream had been exceptionally vivid and relentless the night before. Today, he felt tired.Turning his. Perhaps I’ll have better luck on Saturday, he thought, as most of these are with husbands or with very young children. I’ve had enough of married women and I really don’t know how to get on well with infant school children. And the ones who have neither are either geriatrics or total nonentities.Out of idle curiosity he asked who the contralto was. It seemed that she had arrived in the area at the same time as the new Vicar, was a lodger in the vicarage, and hints were dropped that she was in. I slid my head off his dick a little so I could get more of his cum on my tongue. I wanted to taste it, saver it, remember it. He finished sperting, and I pulled my head off his dick and moved up to kiss him. He opened his mouth and we shared his cum in a passionate kiss. Then we broke apart and we both new it was my turn to be pleasured. I jumped up and got the tube of K Y jelly off the side table and started to lube up my dick. Josh had gotten on his hands still on the couch-bed and I lubed. The setting is 1880s southwestern USA in a fairly lawless cattle town where sudden death can happen at any time. On a fairly quiet evening a lone rider enters the small high street dressed in a long leather overcoat to counter the cool breeze carrying large tumble weeds in front of the large sorrel horse. Despite the gray Stetson hat pulled low the figure sports long golden tresses with hair blowing in the breeze. The rider halts in front of the towns only saloon, gets out of the saddle in a.