You may recall on last years' Christmas show, I threatened to burn down the house of a man named Jay, from New York. Well wouldn't you know it, his ho...se actually did burn down on New Year's Eve. Of course, the police paid Santa a visit. I tell you, it's political correctness gone amok. I mean what kind of world are we living in where you can't even threaten to burn someones' house down without becoming a suspect the second it happens?" Well anyway, that matter was cleared up. Santa was way too. As his hands reached for hers, he knew the two of them would never make it inside.She pulled him close, her back against the cool stone wall, her arms around his waist, her hands flat against the small of his back. Her head was tipped back, her eyes deep and desperate.He looked down at her, feeling her lips on his, her breasts pressing against his shirt, her hands on his back, and his hands moved of their own accord, lifting the blouse to slide his fingers up her ribs, exploring her skin until. That might turn to my advantage. Hopefully, Henry had done the same thing.Still holding my Colt, I dodged inside the saloon and ran to a table which I turned over to act as a shield. The likelihood of a ball penetrating a table top was to small to worry about. That's why I had run into the saloon, because I was never going to be able to shoot through the table top. I looked over at the other door and saw Henry following my lead by creeping on the floor toward a table. He got there and tipped it. She almost didn’t realize that Harlan’s cock head had somehow ended up just inside her lips (considering the position they were still in, she blamed herself for that). Realizing how cold it was now that the car had been off overnight, she quickly pulled herself off of her new fuck toy and reached over to the ignition. Firing the Subaru back to life awoke Harlan, whose first sight was Linda’s incredible ass bent over the center console of his car. He was tempted to plant his face back in between.