”“I’ll miss you, Miss Flintkote.”“I’d appreciate it if you kept the Hotel open.”“No problem there, Miss. We’re at 100 percent occupa...cy. I can not fathom why the former owners closed the residence.”“Good Bye, Mr. Howard.” I gave him a hug. The bastard sprung a woody.“Good bye, Surprise.”We were out the door. I confess that I may have released a tear.The cat and I motored out to the 65 and did all that was necessary to make ready for a voyage.Cat took a nap.I checked for possible falling. Then she washed the back of her legs before bringing her hands up to her rear. Jimmy watched closely as his mom slid her soapy fingers between her full round ass cheeks to clean the sensitive area.As she did that, Jimmy was starting to feel a tingling in his dick. It was the same feeling he had gotten when him and Billy were rubbing their hard pricks while looking at Mr. Wade’s Playboys, but it seemed much stronger this time. His boner was really starting to hurt, so as he kept his eye glued. In this position, she orgasmed twice. As much as she knew this was wrong, it feels so good. I pull out of her and turn her over onto her stomach. I lift her ass up didn’t forewarn her that I was going to put my cock in her tight ass. I slam it right in, she screams " OMG..STOP..TAKE IT OUT," from the pain. Erica had tears streaming down her face and wanted this to be over. She is confused, she was enjoying things earlier, and now she feels, she lost control and couldn’t stop what is going on. I. “Are you the one who gives hand-jobs?”Pilar: “Yes, I am!”“Well, wash your fucking hands, I want a cheese sandwich.”Three men have shot at me. I killed all three. Gunner Gunther. Karl Hofstadter. Dixie Wexler.But that wasn’t how I thought of it. Matt would have scorecarded it exactly that way. Maybe Clint would too. It was a guy way of thinking. You punch me, I punch you back.For me, it wasn’t that black and white. I would much rather be like Daddy; he’d never even fired his gun on the Job. On.