Now the dream, it seems like it picked up from where he left off the last time. He comes up to me with the same smile and the same grin, I could see t...e buldge in his pants, his hard rock straight cock poking the fabric. He pulls it out and starts jerking off right on my face, he was moaning and he shoves his cock in my mouth, he pulls out and slaps my face with that engorged head, precum slobbering all over my lips and I can taste his salty manliness. I grab his cock with my hand and stroke it. His Winchester looked ta be a '73 model an' nearly brand new. I should get a decent price fer it an' his Colt Navy conversion should be worth some. His knife was trash, an' I ignored it. I also took his hat an' boots, what I fastened ta his saddle. I toyed with the idea of keepin' his hoss as a remount, but I finally decided ta sell it, along with the tack. His body was off the trail an' out of the way, soz I just left it fer the scavengers.Well, this hunch had paid off very well, soz I planned. She hasn’t seen the ocean before and a day at the beach will be good for her. After the beach, I plan to start my story. After my run and workout, I shower and dress. I go downstairs and make a phone call, hoping that she is home.“Hey Brit,” I say recognizing her sexy British accent. “Want to go to the beach?” I have to hold the phone away from my ear until, Miss. Chatter-Box calms down.I try to piece together what she’s saying as she talks ninety miles a minute. Brittany and her friends are. The hectic-ness of the day had slowed to a trickle. Most of the people from my department decided to take advantage of the looser rules today to get lunch earlier. So there was only me and one or two other guys in the office.I was chatting with Sue about her Christmas plans when I sensed an ominous presence behind me. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. I've had years to remember the aura of the sinister character behind me.So it didn't surprise me when he said, "Pat, we need.