As usual my stomach leapt into my throat at the prospect of meeting her again – something about this girl turned me to mush. I’d eventually realiz... that I loved her – years later, as it happens – but for the moment I fooled myself into thinking it was simply sex.Even the sex was never simply sex. As I rushed to prepare for her arrival that morning, I couldn’t help but get distracted by memories of being with her. Thoughts of what I was yet to do to her. My mouth on hers, my fingers sneaking. This also meant that I would have time with Betts. Maybe Lillian and Bert could see the benefits of the trade-off.My cooking skills were not great. I was not sure if Nadac minded the small distractions but I said to him, "Nadac, we talked about a lot of things. You are a person not a machine. I do not want to bother you for small requests unless you are bored." What is it that you wish?" I want to cook something good to eat. You guys don't have the same food but I still wondered if we can make. The sun didn’t awaken me the next morning, thanks to the blanket I hung over that southeastern window. As a result, I slept in until nine. After doing my morning thing, I visited Clem at the barbershop for my shave, and to put out the word about opening a law office. I also asked Clem about Pen Smythe. As usual, Clem had all the pertinent information.“You mean ‘English Penny’? He’s quite a fella, comes in here about once a week for a trim. I hear tell he was a gunfighter and riverboat gambler. I spread her legs and made my way inward. I rubbed my dick over her pussy and gave it a hard thrust inside her pussy. Her pussy was tight like she has never been fucked before.She matched the rhythm of the movement of my hips with hers. My dick explored the depth of her pussy. She cried out in pleasure as I sucked on her nipples.“Oh, yes! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” she cried out loud as if she wanted dad to know that she didn’t need him anymore. I turned her around doggy style, I rubbed my cock.