Can't ride barrels when you're pregnant." Pregnant? Congratulations!" Thank you. Larry and I finally tied the knot. Look, that's not why I called. Old...Mr. Reinhardt passed away this winter. He owned the ranch. I guess he's been taking a bit of a loss on it for years. Anyway, his heirs are putting it up for sale and have directed Larry and me to sell the stock. We're the last ones here, by the way. Mr. Reinhardt let us live here during the winter to keep the stock cared for and the pipes from. His lips opened and closed while his tongue played with her skin. He nibbled with his teeth much to Erika's delight. All the while, his hands were roaming her body, especially her practically bare legs. Every so often he would brush his fingers across her clit eliciting moans of pleasure. He wanted to see her body so badly and with almost brutal forced he grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head.At first glance her body seemed to be universal tan, but after a second look he. “Wayne!” He was insanely tall, his long, rangy body encased in a white tee shirt and black leather pants. The shit-kickers on his feet were kin to my boots. A spiked leather bracelet was wrapped tightly around his right wrist, and I was grateful he hadn't picked me up with that arm. Blond, Dread Pirate Roberts style hair framed his square jawed face, while wide, full lips filled the space in between. Those enticing lips were engaged in a toothy grin as he looked me up and down with mischief in. “Perhaps we could get a quickie in while we are there,” suggested Molly.“I wouldn’t bank on it. Grandma will be all over us,” replied Mike.Mike found it hard to concentrate on the road with such a beautiful woman beside him, and it was apparent that there was something more to them, in the way they responded while in each other’s company. Anyone could see that there was something special between them.As soon as they arrived at the house, Liz, Molly’s grandma, ushered them inside and proceeded.