Two days after sending the telegram to James Smithers, we had Bill send a messenger into Julesburg to check for a reply. The message was there, so he ...icked it up. The messenger also checked the gun shop to find out if there was any word on when the shotguns and pistols would arrive.We anxiously opened the telegram when it arrived: Smithers would love to take the job and he would be available in about five weeks. He would let us know exactly when to expect him. His fee was reasonable so we. Then he asked what I wanted."Our eyes met and she blushed. I indicated for her to continue, cock throbbing in her delicate palm. "I said I wanted his nice big cock inside me," she revealed. "He told me to get on my hands and knees on the carpet, to wiggle my sweet little arse and to beg for it. He could see how worked up I was." Oh fuck, honey, yes."Without prompting, Kelly cocked her leg over, mounting my rock hard cock. as she faced me It slipped easily into her wet cunt, burying straight to. Okay. I’ll take you to see him Saturday afternoon. He’s in the garage that looks after my MG.”Unless you have, like me, built a bike (or any vehicle, for that matter) from the ground up, then used it as daily transport, serviced, cleaned and polished it, I don’t think I can convey the attachment that forms. I trusted Lisa – trusted her with my love and my life – but I could not help worrying – whittlin’, as we say up here – about the machine. I’d set that worry aside, since I couldn’t do. I reached out to touch them and she moved her head toward me, expecting another kiss. I obliged and kissed her again, with more verve this time, twirling my tongue in knots around hers. I continued my venture to feel her breasts. I reached up and placed one hand on each of her sensitive nipples, running my fingers around the perimeter of the soft skin. I felt them as we kissed for while more, then wrapped my hands around her midsection and laid her on her back. I didn’t waste anytime.