Nichelle’s thighs began to twitch and muscles in her abdomen jerked. He could feel her heart beginning to throb. “Are you ready for something more...” he asked.“Mmm ... almost.”He continued stimulating her nipples and the twitching in her thighs grew more pronounced. Finally she sat forward. Kit slid out from behind her and eased her onto her back. He lay atop her, cradled her head in his palms and kissed her lips. “The problem with starting off like that is it’s difficult to kiss you.”“I love. “Not many women agree with you.” “You probably couldn’t tell it, but I’m a bit shy too.”“Really?” I asked is disbelief. "I couldn't tell." She pulled back into the parking lot and it was deserted with just a few cars left. The bar was just closing and suddenly I realized it was after 1A.M. “I hope I haven’t got you into any trouble." She pulled up to my truck and parked. “Hell, don't worry about it.” She said. “Here’s my private cell number, leave a message if you want to see me again. I. The dynamite and the no poker rule."After a while, they came to the shack and saw two horses in a rope corral. Smoke was coming out of the chimney, so they knew that somebody was home. Jesse called out, "JAKE! SAM! THIS IS MARSHAL THOMPSON. YA BETTER GIVE UP. I GOT TWO RANGERS WITH ME!" FUCK Y'ALL, MARSHAL! IFEN Y'ALL COME ANY CLOSER, WE'LL SHOOT YA." That's Jake an' Sam, all right. I'm surprised them bastards warned us."Sean shouted, "Y'ALL BETTER GIVE UP! I GOT SOME DYNAMITE AN' I'LL USE IT. Only then did we take our seats. King Marcus was now smiling. Jam and I were smiling. Angela and Roger were smiling. As they then entered, Anna and Mason were smiling, too. I noticed that Berthold had seated Mo and had taken a seat beside her for himself. They were smiling. I smiled at that. It was a good meal.After the meal and some time talking, Jam and I retired to our sitting room. We were joined by Mo and Berthold who were holding hands as they walked into the room with us. They were.