Walking around, tending to Pinkerton’s business I guess. I never was close enough to actually see his face, but I recognized his shape, his thick bo...y. And the black overcoat he always wore outdoors.With my black duster, we must have looked like two large specters to the good citizens of Helena as they saw us through the swirling snow.Big Elk, the Assiniboine night watchman, was as talkative as Cayuse was quiet.He grinned at me, “Got me a Mex for a mother. Me and Chatty Cayuse must probably be. God, how she’d blushed. It was the second time he’d done it in the last month. She guessed he must like her butt. She wished he could see it now, bare, and that made her blush again.The new bras fit perfectly. The purple was her favorite, surprisingly; she’d assumed it would be the navy blue. She twisted all about, checking the bra from every possible angle, deciding it looked good. She checked her bare bottom again, too; maybe Tommy would smack it again, someday maybe bare like this. She. It was Matt and Lucas. I stared in complete awe. They were massive, almost the size of Taylor. Matt and Lucas had light-brown hair, also amazingly handsome, and were incredibly built. “Oh my god, Noah!” yelled Lucas. “Bro, long time no see!” yelled Matt.They both gave me a hug, making me about to orgasm. I felt my hand around Matt’s bicep and had to urge to squeeze it. But I knew if I did, I would have orgasmed right there and then. “We have so much to catch up too,” said Matt. “Yeah, I have so. If I have to pause to remove a pubic hair from my teeth, don't tell me I've just "wrecked it" for you.11. Leaving me in bed while you go play video games immediately afterwards is highly inadvisable if you would like my behavior to be repeated in the future.12. If you like how we do it, it's probably best not to speculate about the origins of our talent. Just enjoy the moment and be happy that we're good at it. See also rule #2 about gratitude.13. No, it doesn't particularly taste good. And I.