My member had other ideas, though. As I settled into a moderate pace on the bike, my mind wandered. Her perfectly shaped face, the gentle swell of her...breasts under the plunging neckline of her top. The smell of her hair, the music of her laugh, and those eyes, again. It was no use...no matter how much harder I rode, my cock continued to swell until it threatened to emerge through the leg of my shorts. Combined with the movements of my riding, the friction against my leg created a tingling. As a result, I had a lawyer start proceedings to sue the town of Clinton for its abuse of me, during my visit.I was falling apart. I was getting angry, and doing things that I really shouldn't. I was letting my feelings get the better of me, something Markus had told me (and on occasion beat into me) as a child, not to do. As a result, I took my displeasure out on Clinton, Nebraska.I was smoking more than I usually did. My early morning jogs were becoming a bit harder to do, what with the host. “She is gone, as is my father. Kerr sent my father nearly broke and then had them killed because they got in his way. He wanted to marry me, and they had told him no.”Ricky nodded, “Ah, I see. I did worry that his mental state and intentions were not always controlled by his better side. He is a man of quick temper, and he rarely let’s go of a slight. He is capable of waiting years to get his revenge or to appease his sense of justice.”Micky sighed deeply and then asked sadly, “Ricky, why is it. .. Suddenly the door opened from inside and Raul was standing at the threshold looking down at me. He took both my hands and pulled me into his arms. I was beyond shock.He put his face next to my head and inhaled my hair. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come. I thought maybe I was imagining that our feelings were mutual. Thank you for coming, Mi Amor.”He pulled me inside and shut the door. The smell of horses and fresh hay was in the air. The light was dim with only one bulb at the back of the long.