Thepeculiar bend of a particular tree sparkling with leaves, a certain queerslant of light off a pond, a rusted oil drum where stray cats had made ama...eshift home. You were more a part of the world around you. You noticedthings like the grade of a road, the lay of the land. In a car you coulddrive through a neighborhood a thousand times and if you were asked youmight off-handedly say the landscape was flat. On a bicycle, however, youwould notice that it wasn't flat at all. You'd feel the strain. But she could clearly see the back of my head and my arm pumping up and down. I turned to her and smiled and said, "Doing great". It was so surreal making eye contact with her while I was jerking off. We were basically having a conversation as I pumped my dick. That set me over the edge and I felt my cum rising. I grabbed the cup and filled it nicely. She was still standing in her doorway, and I could feel her eyes on the back of my head. Knowing she just watched me cum (even though she only. I wanted more even though there was none to start with, but it didn't stop me. I kept stroking, increasing strength and speed with each stroke. He'd be pounding me by now, and although it'd hurt it'd result in so much fucking pleasure that it would all be worth it. I'd be clawing at the sheets like I was now, with hot sweaty skin that would need a towel afterwards, and with a few magic strokes I'd be almost there, just at the borderline. But he'd be greedy too, pulling out and getting himself. Some men tried to steal a truck load of Gordian cows.Officer Pete Sandoval worked for the Arizona Department of Public Safety, commonly known as DPS, or the Highway Patrol. Pete had the shift from midnight to eight in the morning and his area of responsibility was that stretch of highway 69 bordering the Gordian Ranch. He saw headlights and movement south of the highway where there shouldn't be any.Cattle thefts had been reported around central and northern Arizona for the last six months but.