He got up off the couch to come up for a close-up view. His dick was so hard I thought it was going to burst. I reached over to take hold of that rigi... dick of Hank’s. He looked at me provocatively, lust in his eyes. ‘You’ve got a really nice touch there,’ he said seductively, as I stroked his oversized cock while plunging my own savagely up the k**’s tight hole. ‘Hey Hank? Why don’t you go get yourself a little head while I keep reaming this asshole,’ I told him. ‘Good idea. But first I want a. That'll be him. He needs killin'. Do the town a lot a'good."I nodded and rode my new horse into the small town with its single tavern, inn and stage stop. A red-headed man was holding court from the fireplace end of the common room when I entered. I got a beer and watched as he assessed some men fines, slapped one man's face, and then pulled a woman down between his legs, opened his foreflap and kept her head there with one hand while he ate and drank. He was not a very big man, lanky might fit. ”“Because it took me weeks to persuade her to marry me. For ages, I didn’t think she would agree.”“Well, you’re an adult. Will you send us a photo? Oh, and is it one room or two?”“One, Mum, if that’s okay with you.”An audible sigh. “Fine. Photo!”Geoff sorted through several snaps he’d taken when Helen wasn’t taking notice. One, ready for church, elegant, even chic. Another, muffled up for the cold, but without her hat, standing by Brythnoth, her hair blowing in the wind, roses in her cheeks.. I don't know how long we were standing there, me in his arms, sobbing. Every once in a while he'd tell me things like "It's okay" , "you deserve better" , "I'm here" . I felt so safe, so comfortable, like I belonged in his arms.When my sobbing subsided, he walked me over to the couch and told me to sit down. I did. He walked into my kitchen, and I couldn't help but to stare at him. After all, he was 6'2" and built. He brought me back a glass of water. I think that while I was crying in his.