While walking back to the campsite I realized that men weren't the only ones I needed to introduce to cowboy ways. Katia, Shaeta, and Nita needed to l...arn too. It wasn't only because Katia and Shaeta were by far the best riders besides me either.We didn't have enough Clydesdales for all the men to have one, and there were few men that didn't seem to be too large for the quarterhorses. There were about four of the younger boys who were old enough to learn to drive cattle and still small enough. You're both dead anyway," Jack said through clenchedteeth. But being held down by both Kaitlyn and Megan he couldn't do much.Kaitlyn saw that he had two holsters under his jacket, she found one wasempty but the other had a pistol."Listen motherfucker," she said as she grabbed the other pistol. Shewasn't entirely convinced it was even real, but she pointed it at thethugs head anyway. "Drop your gun, or you're the one who's dead." Jackcomplied. "Now tell me what the fuck is going on here?" But he. His nimble fingers deftly undid the buttons until a chiseled torso was hinted at. I’d never seen Sebastian with anything less than a button down on and I couldn’t help but to stare at him as he shrugged off the shirt and threw it on the couch, his defined muscles moving beneath his undershirt. He obviously spent time on his physique—and I wanted to explore the fruits of his labor badly. Once the coffee table and the large ottoman were out of the way and the game was set up, we began. We didn’t. I move my mouth nearer the deep purple dome of his cock and let my breath fall over his wet flesh. I just love the magical smell of a spit wet cock, especially when it’s my spit! I wet-up the tip with another large mouthful and, as the thin vein laced skin yields willingly to my sticky fingers’ embrace, I flick my tongue lightly over the tip of his cock. I can feel his heart’s steady pulse in my hand and, as I begin to pump my fist slowly and purposefully up and down his engorged penis, the.