Her head bobbed up and down as she hungrily devoured her teacher aching dick. He gently reached his hand out and stroked her red hair. He was no longe... thing of his wife or his daughter or his career of many years. Thinking only of this beauty that was giving him the best BJ he had ever had.She unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse and dropped the blouse on the floor, she then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra dropping it on the floor also, Now with her large firm breasts. ”She blushed again, and replied “You don’t need to thank me saheb ... it is my duty to serve you.”I laughed, and patting the bed, said “So ... sit for a while and relax ... you’re not in a hurry to go, are you?”“No, saheb...” she mumbled softly, and tentatively came and sat at the foot of the bed near my feet.As I looked at her, I noticed that she was pressing the index finger of her left hand with the choli, trying to take care of a cut on her finger.“What happened ... how did you cut your. " He laughed and said, "I don't have so far to go when trouble starts. And anytime you mix whiskey and cowboys there's sure to be trouble. Come see me sometime and we'll talk some more."Marshal Thomas stood, nodded, and left the café. As he stepped into the street he gripped the shotgun in his right hand, holding it like a pistol; ready for any trouble that might come his way."Not a man I'd like to tangle with," Tyler said in a low voice. "I think the legend is right, he's a hard man."After. “What?” I asked.“You,” she smiled. “Frightened of a little piece of plastic. Afraid it’s an affront to your masculinity.” A soft kiss on the lips and a smile more relaxed and tender. “Mr. Buttoned up. Relax a bit. Live a little, Dave, honey. Why should Jill be the only one who has all the fun.”Without any words, my smile back to her told her I knew she was talking sense. The curse of the over-educated. Always overthinking. Always afraid to just live for the moment. To party and have fun as so.