His third evening in town he visited one of the saloons. Dillon didn’t drink a lot but he wanted a beer and a saloon was a good place to gather info...mation about Prescott. Truth be known he wanted a little company and thought he would try his hand at playing some poker. Dillon walked into the West Branch saloon and immediately felt at home, it reminded him of the saloons in Wichita Falls. There were several cowhands celebrating the end of a cattle drive and a few of the locals having a week. The irked chef calmly lowered her phone from her ear. The fine line of her lips puckered as if she'd been sucking on a lemon. Dropping her phone in her bag, she pushed her chair back and stood up from the table. Her brow twitched sharply upward as she growled, "I have to go find him some fucking olives." “You know,” Mona said as she stood up, “There is a phrase that goes on about protesting too loudly.” Teaghan paused then smirked. “What? You think I like this guy?” Mona shrugged. “Hot guy. As she lifted her head up to look into the mirror she stared at herself. Water ran down her beautiful young face and down between her large breasts. She knew she was amazingly gorgeous, but how could her son think that? How could she think the same about him? How could she have done what she had done with him?She tried as hard as she could to push the thoughts of the dance away, but it was no use. Her body was saying the opposite to her mind, it was crying out to be used like her son had just. Instead I continued lower, stroking the back of her thighs near the top, letting my fingers drift to the inside of each, to that sensitive, wonderful area that I know is one of her most vital erogenous zones. When I touched that area, that trigger point, her legs parted slightly and her bottom raised fractionally higher. As I teased, she whispered “You’re tickling me.” “Do you want me to stop?” “No, don’t you dare!” I chuckled. “I sorta thought you might say that.” I continued lower, past her.