’ I read it to her. ‘Those are Paul’s words, I think. I heard him telling Mommy what to write, but I thought she’d stick a little closer to th... truth.’ ‘No reason to, I suppose. Do you have any other relatives? Grandparents? Uncles or aunts? Cousins? A father?’ ‘Not that I know. Mommy never said. I never had a daddy. I don’t think the uncles that came around were real uncles. Even Uncle Paul isn’t a real uncle.’ ‘No, I imagine not,’ I muttered. Child welfare might find someone if they did a. Then with my hand, I would slip a finger just inside her and play with her moist lips, the head of my penis would pop through on the thrusts when our bodies met. She seemed to enjoy the feel of me outside her and with the addition of my finger playing with her she was in heaven.She purred, “Something different to start the day?”I didn’t know what she meant, but I stopped and let her loose from my grip. She rolled onto her tummy and turned her head to face me. Arching her ass in the air, she. "Nobody had paid me to kill him. In addition, if I did the war would start too soon. If Big Ed wanted to fight for the water fine. It was his decision to make not mine.We arrived in camp after dark. The chuck wagon was still open. The stew pot would be on all night for those riding nighthawk. I hadn't been worried about the food."Cookie, I got a bag here I need to store, could you shove it in the wagon for me." Without a doubt at the beginning of the drive the answer would have been no. By the. Are the documents ready?” he admonished lightly and asked.“They’re on your desk Damon.” Lisa replied laughing lightly. She knew Damon was not angry at her. He was the sweetest person ever.“Okay thanks.” Then turning towards his office, he gestured to Tristan, “Shall we?”This had better be important he thought. The little he saw of Tristan, the better. He didn’t want to complicate the relationship between their two families. But damn was he God, he looked good. Tristan thought, looking at Damon..