”“I presume you’re not fucking all the time.”“No. Actually, that’s been the really interesting part. She’s being a really good friend ri...ht now, and...”“Yes, yes, she’s a nymphomaniac with a heart of gold. I thought you said she’s incapable of emotional commitment.”“That’s still true.”“It’s about to be untrue.” Wendy shook her head, muttering, “It’s like a virus. A disease. Kathryn is Patient Zero, and now it’s spreading.”“Huh?”“Liz — no-commitment, fun-loving, used to be more than you could. On his head was an old ten gallon hat it's crown circled by gold eagles.The gunbelt was old as well and shiny with age, the golden eagles inset into the belt and holsters had long ago been worn smooth from handling. The frontier Colts the old man wore had seen uncounted numbers of men fall over the decades.The old man took the guns out and lovingly wiped the dust off and checked the loads. A few seconds later the guns seemed to appear in and out of the old man's hands as if by magic.For decades. "I'll give you that," she said, "I can't blame you for asking. But you know I can't help you like I helped your father. I mean..." she paused, blushing. "It was not merely a tutorial. It was hands on." She blushed again and looked away, and then started to laugh quietly. I laughed too, although I took her averted gaze as a chance to look at her tits without reproach. When she turned to face me I was a little too slow breaking away from her tits. She looked me over but said nothing about it, and. I continue to press and make those boobs bounce one again. I don’t know what got into me. I just couldn’t resist. I slap her boobs and her boobs were swinging and bounce up and down. She gave me anger look. Slapping again I said “Like I care!!” and started to suck them one by one. She continued to moan with suppressing her voice.I push her back and slam on the wall behind her. Unzip her jeans and slide my hand to her pussy. She resisted harder but I slam her back to the wall even harder(might.