I found a popular site that had various search options. Heck, I could find a date anywhere in the country. Soon, I was going out with a rather nice gi...l who was around my age. Although we got along well and had a fair amount in common, I could not help but compare her to Lynn. Paula and I never achieved that certain familiarity. We never completed each others sentences, our lovemaking often seemed contrived. The sheer spontaneity and naturalness I had found with Lynn was missing. Still she was. Her chaps and jacket protected her from the pavement in case of an accident but cooked her flesh like a pot roast. She traveled a route which she thought was a shortcut but when Sam spotted the parking lot strewn with bikes, pickup trucks, and luxury cars alike she just had to check out the place. Maybe she would see some lovely little girl or a good looking guy that wanted to be abused that night.Entering the bar, her eyes struggled to adjust to the dim lighting. Even so, this atmosphere was. " Turning to Angie he asked, "Head or Heel?"Angie got a thousand megawatt smile and said, "Heel."Scott pointed out a black bald face steer then the two of them spurred their horses into a run after the steer. It didn't take long for the steer to figure out his number was up and he took off. Scott swung an easy loop catching the short horns on the steer, then he dallied off and started turning the steer, setting him up for Angie. Angie had dropped her reins on to her horse's neck and used her. His body was exuding a thick viscus fluid that acted as an adhesive and fixed the body of his companion until coppulation was complete. But the fluid was also a mild halucinagenic for those of his species but could be toxic with this one. He whiped himself wherever a fresh bead swelled from his flesh. A little would provoke intoxication greater than any liquor found on this planet but overdosing was a very real threat and he had to be forever mindlful of this fact as he resumed fucking Tracee. .