Mike even suggested that if any stockholder wanted out of the corporation they should be required to sell their shares back to the corporation at fair...market value. Mike went on to say this was a safety valve to ensure that no outsiders could gain control of the corporation.Virginia explained about the new ranch property we were buying and Mike stated that was not a problem since he would make today the official day we incorporated. One of the last items discussed was the name of the. I needed it inside of me, but I wanted it to be right.Stripping out of my “boy clothes” never felt as liberating as it did then, and the whisper of a touch from the lacy panties as they moved up my thighs almost had me moaning right there; I was biting my lip as I grabbed the sheer nightie I kept reserved for play-time, and I knew I was ready.Mentally, anyway. I might be practically dripping from my little clitty, but I’m not lucky enough to get wet down there without a little help. One hand. He got out when the Army was being massively downsized after World War One. He was a Top Hand. What most folks call Cowboys, they are properly called Ranch Hands, or just Hands, the owners are Cattle Men. Unlike most of his peers he didn’t drink or gamble his money away. At the beginning of the Great Depression, he seized and opportunity and bought Big Boulder Creek Ranch.”“That’s not an official name. Colored Folks were careful back then about being considered uppity. A Black Man owning a. We changed position and he took me from behind again sliding his length into my soaking pussy and started pounding away as hard as he could. I reached between my legs and tickled his balls every time he thrust into me. I have always liked doggy style and before long I was having orgasm after orgasm drenching his cock with my juices.Somehow he managed to control himself and nor shoot his load, but I could tell he was close to coming. I turned around and knelt in front of him, flicking my tongue.