The car interior was like an oven, the seats were like hot plates and I could see that she was uncomfortable as we drove out towards the road, so I sw...tched on the air conditioning. As the blast of cool air reached her, she visibly relaxed in the passenger seat and I was quite excited to see her slightly part her legs to allow the cool jet of air between them. I was even more excited to see the hem of her dress move up her thighs as she opened them and the air flow lifted it. I had always. “You can take your pick from any of the others.”“You mean there are no other ranch hands,” Jake asked.“Nope,” Slim said. “We’re it. Oh, we might hire some extras during round up, but mostly its just Todd and me.”“How many cattle does Mr. Holland have,” I asked.“We have about a thousand with the cattle from the south ranch,” Slim said. “We had enough water tanks for our own herd but when we brought in the extra cattle, we’re sett’in more windmills. Most of the pastures are to the south and west. Melissa just leant back into the sofa and fed herself all the cum that she could gather; like it was some kind of nectar, or medicine from the god’s that had to be taken twice a day. She seemed to love it. With every moment I was becoming more and more uneasy with the situation. I guess, guilt was starting to set in. Melissa must have sensed it. “Don‘t be guilty,” she told me as she stood up, “that was a wonderful fuck, I needed it badly, and I‘m glad it was you that gave it to me.” “I know. He was powerfully built, like a weightlifter, with a broad chest and wide shoulders, and his muscles rippled easily as he approached her. If human male pheromones were possible, Peter Tallman exuded them by the quart! He oozed sexuality.It had been just over two years since Lauren had buried her husband, and never in that time had another man even tempted her. A number had tried to date her, some after a discrete interval and others almost immediately, but she had never once been interested..