Upon reflection, I decided to head back to Cheyenne. At least, the marshal there was honest.The next day, I headed north toward Cheyenne and made the ...rip in eight days. My trip to Denver had been educational in many respects, but I sure liked it better in Cheyenne. I was welcomed by the management and ladies of The Cheyenne Social Club, and I was happy to be “home.” Not a one of these women smelled bad!I dropped in to see Marshal Brady to tell him that I was back in town and to ask what I. That makes it even more sad, doesn’t it? No wonder you were crying.”By this time I was laughing so much my stomach was hurting. I slapped Dan’s chest.“Stop it! It isn’t funny,” I wheezed. I was desperately trying to stop laughing before I burst open and spilt my insides all over Dan and the couch.I pushed myself away from Dan’s chest and scowled at his face. He was lying back with a gentle smile on his face.“That’s better. No more tears. I like your smiley face better than your sad face.”I. Cleo nodded. "Hot out there." Yeah it is." I dropped the keys on the table and headed for the fridge and an ice cold glass of tea. "Need liquid, shower, and out of these clothes." I gulped down my tea till the glass was empty. "I'll be back" I quoted doing a very bad Schwarzenegger impression.Cleo waved to me without lifting her head from the papers she was reading.In my room I emptied my pockets on the dresser, I was always making short notes to myself and cramming them in my pocket. The house. ..THAT's SO FUCKIN BIGGG!!!!.... UHHHHH.....YOU'RE.....GONNNA RIP ME APART!!!! The intensity was relentless as Sid pounded away at the beautifully built woman underneath him. He pounded her for all he was worth. After a while, Deanna's cunt secreted enough juice through an spasm or two that she started enjoyed it more than at first. Deanna was breathing hard now, just as was Sid, "OHHHH....YEAHHH.... FUCK ME BIG BOY!!FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG HARD COCK.....AEEEHHHHH......AEEEEAHHHHHH.....I"M.