I glanced up at the clock on the wall and realized we’ve been going at it for about 90 minutes already. I asked, “don’t you ever cum?” he said...it takes him a long time. My jaw was beginning to ache and I announced that as much as I loved sucking him I needed a break. I walked to the kitchen again with my ass wiggling and got us 2 beers, a very noticeable bulge in my tight skirt. We sat together and talked. He asked about my background, how long Ive been dressing, how many guys Ive been with, do. Let’s get your bags and go to my place.” She looked at me, “Ok.” I followed her into her house and up to her room. And sure enough there were two huge duffel bags. I laughed looking at the two bags, “I guess you were excited.” I scratched my head looking at the bags and tried to figure out why she would need so much stuff for only two days. “Do you really need those two huge bags for just two days?” She smiled at me, “Well of course.” I scratched my head as I looked at the bags. No matter how. I found him in a saloon about half drunk. He didn't want to bother with the dead man, said that the dogs would take care of his body. I finally had to threaten to shoot him to get him to come with me to move the body to the undertaker."The dead man didn't have no identification on him an' his face was such a mess that nobody would recognize him. We'll probably never know who he was. I guess it don't make any difference, but I'd like to know if this here assassination attempt was his idee or was. Reese thrust his man meat in and out of me. The speed and depth of his invasion steadily increased with each thrust. The harder he pounded me, the louder our moans of pleasure became, filling the room with the sounds of our lustful passion.As Mr. Reese continued to slam his hard cock into my sex, he kept moaning telling me how tight my hot young pussy was. His dirty running commentary turned me on and heightened my excitement. I felt that oh so familiar feeling coming over me again, as the.