When she was gone, he took a deep breath and picked up the fancy rose-print envelope. Hands trembling, he slid his letter opener through the paper. He...then took another swallow of coffee before he began reading.Dear, Uncle Bob,I was just sitting here thinking thoughts that a niece shouldn't think about her uncle.I was thinking that if you were here with me, I could straddle your lap and feather kiss your face while sliding my aching need along your cock tucked inside your jeans. Will you let me. Then I used towels to pull the liquid out of the carpet. It was a lucky break that there was no padding under the carpet. It would take hours to dry, so I carefully moved my work to another area. . Needless to say, I was sweating like a French whore in a sauna so I had to go take a shower…again. I sat with a glass of wine, reviewing what I’d completed and what I needed to do yet. The interpretive piece was penciled in, but I was still playing with the color combinations. One watercolor was. In three or four minutes, Arthur Harrison, thief, murderer, and would-be cattle baron, drowned in his own blood.Meanwhile, Annie rushed out of the house, still crying and not in the least trying to remain quiet and unnoticed. Bill caught up to her as she reached the horses, and the two of them rode away with Annie still crying hysterically. Bill led them to a stand of trees where they dismounted, and Bill held Annie in his arms until she was finally able to get herself back under control. They. Nothing could be any much better; nothing could be this more thrilling and desirous. I can't breathe. I can only look and stare up into those dark, mannish, and lush-like eyes of him. Oh my goodness! I don't know what to literally think or do right now. I don't ... I don't ... I don't know ... Damn it!He kisses me right then, gently and steadily—passionately and brilliantly. I kiss him back, pushing and shoving and ramming my lips right straight against his. He is steady; he is patient with me;.