Bitsy crossed her arms under her breasts and in a tiny fairy voice said " now look what you've done, your just going to have to clean it off." Grinnin... Brand happily complied. Nibbling and licking his way up to her lips, he kissed her passionately, with a moan Bitsy slipped her sticky fingers into his hair and kissed him back. Brand rolled ontop of her trying not to rush, he felt her thighs spread for him and groaned, slowly sliding into her, he kissed her again, whispering her name. The two. Gasping, he steps back. With a whimper, she follows him, afraid to lose what was so hard won. He only stops to pull off his shirt, giving her a glimpse of his lean, strong body, and then he is surrounding her with his arms and her face presses against his neck. He holds her tight and she can feel his pulse. She listens to it for a moment, gathering up her courage, and then she begins to kiss him. He smells sweet and earthy, and she draws her lips across his collar bone, leaving little kisses in. "Sure, I've done my share of gun toatin'. Even killed a few, but they was always legal and with lots of witnesses. Even the local sheriff's said they was in self defense. But you don't want to hear all that. Just rest assured I didn't cotton none to old man Jackson and his ways." I just knew you couldn't have been all that bad," Sara beamed down at him. Her oddly tanned face took on a new brightness, her deep blues eyes brightened. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Look, I don't know if I. When he's home he wants a change of pace. He told me that you thought that he was a stick in the mud." True enough!" Pat agreed. "Anyway, I like the way it is now." The two clinked coffee cups to toast the revealed wisdom."You haven't told Fred yet, have you?" asked Pat changing, the subject."No, I'm going to wait until he gets home and tell him in person, I think it will be better that way. I don't want to give him a lot of time to think about it. He'll come in Friday night. We'll be on our.