"Linda, I want to stick my cock in my mom's pussy. I want to fuck the hell out of her. I can't wait to put it inside her. But there's another side of ...er that needs my attention first."Stephen turned back to Carly and gently turned her over. This time he started at the top, running his hands through her hair, kissing the back of her neck, then moving down from there. He kissed her shoulders, her upper and lower back, the backs of her arms, then her beautiful round ass. He spent some time there,. But at least the hours are down to 60 a week, and for now, no weekends.”“For now?” I asked.“For most of the year, if not all of it. But at some point, I’ll be covering the ER, not just consults.”“Wait, you’ll do trauma surgery within the next year?”“Simple things, yes, like cut-downs and central lines for when you can’t get an IV into an arm. And if I’m supervised by a surgical attending or an ER attending with trauma surgery training, I can do more things, like thoracotomies, which we’d need. Hands galore fondled and rubbed her ass and crotch area. This made her wet. She started to bight her lip. Moaning. She came. Her jeans started to moisten. The crowd cheered. Hands could tell.Her little runners had been unlaced and thrown far from her feet. Socks peeled. Cocks filled them with giz. The frenzy of hands continued to probe, prod and explore. They looked for weaknesses in her clothes. They wanted them off. Breanne got another bit of fight into her. She kicked and. We switched shotguns and rode back at the remaining three, who were more intent on escape than in anything else. Apparently, they had never faced shotguns before.We fired at the last of the men and knocked down two of them. One man managed to ride away, but Jane snatched up her Henry, and her third shot killed the horse (she had stopped to do this shooting). The man went flying over the horse's head and broke his back when he landed. I cut his throat, as I did not want to see him suffer, now.