. I was following the stagecoach wheel ruts. We were fine. Of course ... the last stagecoach ran in 1880 ... what’s a hundred years?One thing for su...e ... I’m going back for the wheel. It isn’t every day a guy finds an abandoned stagecoach wheel. If I hadn’t been so loaded down with fussy passengers ... it was just a little mud.After the conclusion of the skunk episode and I was allowed in the house ... and car ... and the Avocado ... the Spur, the Two Bit, Main Street. You get the idea .... I loved the sound of the clip clop of her heels on the tiled floor and once again my eyes were transfixed on her tarty pink high heel shoes and shapely legs. They carried on walking round the store, occasionally stopping and looking at products on sale. It must have been blatantly obvious that I was following them and staring at her legs. At times she would bend down at look at something on the bottom shelf, unfortunately I wasn't close enough to see anything but I guessed that her husband was. Her hands squeezing her breasts, probably a 32B, her back arched as I chewed and nibbled at her pussy. She screamed, her body shaking as she came hard.Coming up for air, I watched her grabbing at the sheets. Standing over her, I resumed wanking, heavily aroused by the sounds she had been making. This one didn't take long as I watched her naked body writhing - only wearing the hot heels. Kneeling between her legs, I aimed my tip at her breasts once more as another thick stream left me, then I. Then we'll all go out to dinner, maybe catch a show, and you can have your fuck later tonight, Bob, if that's all right with you."Crystal screamed and young Gardner said, "Holy shit--uh-excuse me, Miss Locke. I better get out of here."He gave Gunnar a look, as if Gunnar were insane, and fled. At least he had the decency to do that."Gunnar, if you think--" Oh, I know, I know, baby. Before I clear that rot of yours out of the Fist computer I'm going to ball you and then turn you over to my house.