That would be good; I could make Buck an even better dinner. God knows he deserved it, he worked his ass off for us, and I really did love Buck. I gue...s the problem was that he was just too damned good to me.I felt weird that afternoon, though. As I left the motel it felt as if someone was watching me or following me. I looked around in every direction and saw no one. I chalked it up to just guilt. Maybe after all of the years I was beginning to develop a conscience.I got into my car and drove. But my pussyboy is persistentfor he knows that by being so he is pleasing me and that once I'd hardenough there's other things to do with my cock aside from sucking on it- and that's what came next.Popping his lips off my shaft, I had pussyboy clamber up into the slingand I shackled him into it. Once I popped his buttplug out, he didn'tremain empty for long as I soon slid myself into him in its place. Hissigh of pleasure and the way his eyes start to roll back into his headas I fit myself. What do you think?" That's pretty far out, Brad, but I like it. We could actually have sales and closings before we open the office and the first model built with Jack pushing sales and his obvious ability. We'll call this a wet run instead of a dry run."I told Don, "I want you to bring your wife again tomorrow and find somewhere to move to now." Tell you what, Brad; I have a nice home right now that we're comfortable in. We'll choose a home to build or that is built when we get the models up. Have a seat.” He patted the empty space right next to him. As she sat down, she noticed the warmth of his smile and how brightly his eyes were shining. He made her feel warm and comfortable. Maybe a little bit daring.As they sat side by side making small talk, their shoulders touching, leaning into each other as they laughed, something started to change. Their words seemed to dwindle but the time they spent gazing into each other's eyes lengthened. Soon the words ran out and as the cowboy.