The offer of a horse in exchange for each saddle was more than generous. Still I needed to give Agar the impression that I wasn’t an easy mark. I ma...e him a counteroffer.“I like your offer, Chief Agar,” I told the man, causing a smile to cross his lips, thinking he had gotten off easy, “but I would like it better if you threw in some more of that string you make from horse hairs. I’ll need to make reins and a bridle for each horse. I’ll need more than what I traded for.”Agar agreed. His ass was. Very nice.” “Well if you want to pop this, you’ll have to pop me first.” Allie sat the bottle on the table and grabbed my cock. Her hand was cold and the sensation in my rod was torchered. She stepped up on the ottoman using my dick as a prop. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she leaned in. Our lips met and our tongues began to battle. Damn she was hotter now than I’d ever known her to be. My hands gripped her ass and pulled her closer. A long, wet, fuck me kiss ensued. As we broke briefly. She thought she was going to pass out. I let her hair slip through my fingers; Aiko swung away from me, my cock made a wet popping sound as it exited her pussy. I grabbed her hips and held her steady. Aiko emptied her lungs and took a deep sucking breath. The orgasm that had started to subside flared up without warning and tore through her, as oxygen returned to her lungs and body. I waited for Aiko to stop shaking and screaming. I grabbed my cock and pressed the head against her asshole. I. Unfortunately, the comments had caught the attention of SG-1."They've even got a new number for their team," said Bunson, finally looking over at Finn. Finn eyes promised payback, but that didn't deter Bunson. "SG-69."At that pronouncement, others, who had been listening, snickered, as the three men roared their laughter. Finn wasn't going to take it anymore. He stood up, intending to... explain to Bunson that SG team numbers didn't go that high. Most likely by introducing him to the number.