”“Then let’s stop with this talk and go meet your boss. I’m sure he’ll tell you that he sent my boss a message for me to come see him.”“...nd just who might your boss be?”“United States Marshal Webb Hickson, out of Watertown, up in Dakota Territory.”“THE HELL YOU SAY!”“No, just saying my boss’ name. Now, are all of us going to meet Sheriff Whitney, or am I going to have to ride in and meet him alone?”“BOY! Ain’t no way in hell you’d draw down on two Deputy US Marshals when you ain’t even facing. "Sit down." She pulled out a chair, grimacing as it scraped the floor and quickly sat down. Her eyes rose to meet his and he looked away and cleared his throat. "Okay, here's how this is going to happen." She looked at him, but he never paused. "You were a heartless bitch and I told you never to contact me ever again and yet here you are." This time he did look straight at her and she couldn't meet his gaze, her eyes studying her hands as she twisted her fingers together.Matt carried on, "So,. I- I don't know, come on, come on, this is..."He bent over her head and said, "You need to be a little bigger, just a little bit. Hold still", and she did it. He had to admit the passivity of her turned him on, and he used the lubricated and almost slimy fingers of his left hand to stroke his cock. He worked a third finger next to the other two, and she shoved back and grunted, pushing until the tip of that finger was also inside, soaking and slick. He positioned his cock to take their place.. I’d intentionally had Caryn rent a bigger house so people could come to visit. I would bet she told my parents, and they planned to take full advantage. To be honest, if it were me, I wouldn’t let my son and his girlfriend have free rein of a house for Christmas break, either. Their presence would also prevent us from throwing any wild parties.“We’ll have to play a few rounds when we go to California.”“I’m sure David would love to,” my now-dead-to-me girlfriend said.“It’ll depend on my.