" I nodded. Bill had the right idea."What then?" I'd pack my bag and move on." Could you run this place by yourself?" Certainly, but it's not going to...happen. This saloon is a money maker and I can imagine people with more money than me wanting to take over the place. They'd want their own people. Besides, I have this dream of maybe opening a saloon of my own." Did the late Mrs. Turner have any heirs?" None that I know of. I don't think there was ever even a Mr. Turner in her life." I have a. I sensed that she was fully aware that a hard dick was taking possession of her feminine charms because she was making those noises that females do when their pussies are getting stuffed with nine inches of rock-hard erection. I cupped her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them out a bit watching her brown eye flutter like a butterfly waiting for the pin that would make them a specimen no longer free. I had the urge to pull out of her pussy and poke her right in that pretty ass but stopped. So, despite the fact I had been propositioned, had an open blowjob promise, and was trying to let a love spark kindle into a fire, I finished my day without a hitch until Doreen, my "second", came in at 5:30.Doreen was a semi- retired pharmy from out west who moved here with her husband's job. With 3 kids she HAD a full time job, but 4 nights and Sundays got her out of the house and helped pay the bills. She would have no problem finding a full time gig once all her kids were old enough for. The idea for a longer-lasting fire had come from one of his books. He desperately wanted to maintain his fire, not only to hopefully prevent animal attacks, but because he was afraid if he lost the fire, he would be unable to start another one, since he had failed to gather more tinder before it rained.He vowed to collect ample tinder once the woods had dried again, but the need hadn't previously occurred to his city-oriented mind. In case things should go wrong, he selected a piece of fairly.