They were shown to a table in the corner, a candle on the table already flickering a soft glow over the white linen tablecloth. They were left with l...ather bound menus, and glasses of ice water. He ordered a bottle of wine, and soon the waiter was back with it, and two wine glasses. They both decided on the grilled salmon, baked potato, and grilled vegetables. They sipped the wine while they waited for their meals to arrive. She never had been a big drinker, but did enjoy a glass of wine. You're right, I'm not really supposed to be here, but my plans sort of ... changed. Uh, let me just log off here and you can get to work." Oh, I can come back later if you're busy — I don't want to intrude." No, it's okay ... I'm not really getting anything done here at the moment anyway ... my mind seems to be elsewhere." While logging off, he remembered who he was thinking of and checked to make sure nothing had risen to the occasion before standing. The last thing he wanted to do was freak. The smithy stuck his head out the stable as I was throwing my saddle bag over my shoulder. ‘Damn, he’s a beaut! What’s his name?’ he asked. ‘Runt.’ I said as I slung my pack over my shoulder. The smithy laughed. ‘I’ll have him ready by sunup, Mister….’ I glanced at him. ‘Jim…Jim Worrell. They call me Big Jim.’ I said. As the smithy slipped the reigns off the post, I heard him mutter, ‘No shit.’ I walked up the muddy street, the result of the two days of rain I had been riding in. I caught a. .. I thought to myself, wow!! As she rook him in her little mouth, he stuck a finger in her tight little pussy, she moaned but in pleasure as she spread her legs wider giving him better access. As she sucked him harder and faster he dipped his finger deeper and deeper in her tight little pussy til she grabbed hold of his cock so hard and moaned, then released him as she fell to her knees. To my shock she was not finished, she took his cock back into her mouth and sucked him for another 5.