He was about my age with grey hair. He was short and thin, about the size of a young teenager. He was an older man the size of a young boy. We looked ...t each other and smiled. He was very handsome, not strikingly so but I guess you would have called him sexy. He wore tight jeans which hugged his small ass. I made sure he was parked on the street and not in the building’s parking lot. He offered to help me carry the paintings to my apartment. I immediately accepted. We didn’t say much in the. “If I told you that Daddy loves his little girl, would that sound too creepy?” I ask as my cock is beginning to tent my shorts.“Really? You would consider calling me your little girl? Daddy, that could never sound creepy coming from such a loving person like you,” she says with excitement in her eyes.“Maybe I should take my little girl right here in front of everybody,” I say in her ear.“Daddy, you can have your little girl, or your slut Penny anytime you want, wherever you want, in whatever. And she found herself encouraging him."You and Cal are good friends, I hear," he said at one point, letting his eyes take in the lush flow of her cleavage."Oh no! Has he been telling you all about that?" she blushed. Under any other circumstances, she might have been mad that Cal had been talking about her. But she was still horny from last night and her pussy was twitching and wet as she spoke."He didn't say much. Just that you and he had . . . gotten together a couple of times. I. By the time I stand beside him he’s bled to death. I strip him of ammunition and valuables before throwing him over his horse. Mr Hanks is worth a hundred dollars to me when I get him to the Town Marshal’s Office. There’s no shooting down the road so I turn to see why. My men are mounting up and three men are riding away across the fields as fast as they can go. Some men stop to strip the four dead up the road and toss them on their horses. When we ride past The Cause’s compound there’s some.