"Well, if you want to continue then smoke your cigarette drink yourcoffee and stop arguing with everything I tell you," she said once againoffering yo... the cigarette.Reluctantly you took it and took your first drag."Be sure to inhale love," she reminded you.Attempting to inhale, you went into a fit of coughing which causedPatricia to laugh.Don't worry love, it takes a while to get used to it she said as shepulled out another cigarette and began smoking with you.Hopefully I don't ever get used. I had ceded all my masculinity to him and now I wanted to make him cum.I looked up at him with my sweet pretty eyes and asked permission to pull his underwear down. I took out his big cock and looked at it, meaty and full, shaved, big, powerful, manly. I kissed it. How about that? I guess I waited too long, I was too much of a tease because I felt his hand grab my blond hair and pull my head back. My neck stretched and my mouth opened and he shoved his big mushroom head into my mouth. I looked. "So, you're the new Sheriff, welcome aboard. Have a drink onthe house." The piecable bartender nodded. "Fine, fine," Tim saidwith a smile as he looked around then said, "I'll have a raspberry,peach blow fizz." The barkeep was floored. "Hey ungh, just what yousee huh? We don't have none of those umbrella-drinks. We have threedifferent kinds of whiskey, some bourbon, and some home made bust-head,and we got beer lots of beer, long as the lake ice from the river nowin the cooler downstairs. I said you don’t even like the guy, why would you fuck him. That just made her cry harder. I said what about the orgy with your co-workers, and she just hung her head and said they were blackmailing her into it. I said what about the two big niggers, and she said they were debt collectors. I said you licked their cocks clean, how nasty, and you look like you enjoyed it. All she did was cry.I said I really don’t want anything to do with you, I don’t want to kiss or have sex with you, or.