My first stop was the bank. I plunked my bedroll down on the counter. "I'd like to deposit this. Lookin' for cattle." I wanted to get rid of that mone... and get my blankets back. This wasn't too unusual, for cattle buyers did this often. I went over to the saloon and ordered me a beer. I didn't care much for it and didn't intend to drink it, but I wanted to fit in.I was looking for information. "Where is Kenny Ryeback's ranch located?"The bartender said, "Never heard the name." I looked around. Melissa had introduced Leslie and Ray at a fund raiser for Congressman Andrew Wiggins and the rest, as they say, was history. Ray Robinson had graduated from Auburn University with honors and had attended law school at Yale, of all places. His football career at Auburn turned out to be short-lived as a series of knee injuries slowed him a step and kept him from repeating the success he had as a freshman. Ray was a fledgling young prosecutor in the States Attorney’s office making a name for. He actually had breasts, now. They were rather small, probablyan A-cup, but they were on his chest. And that slit between his legsmade his head spin.To make matters worse, he felt vulnerable. He worried about beingsexually assaulted. He'd become fearful of men for no rational reason.Every time he saw a man on the street or in a store, his heart pounded.He kept his distance from men. He frequently thought of himself in disparaging terms. He likened hisactions to that of a coward. He regularly. Where the hell did you learn to do that if you are, as you call it, still a part-time virgin?" I asked. "I think I've read ever sex book ever written and have at least a dozen videos at home showing every possible position. I wanted to be ready for you." We lay around just chatting for a while with her fingers roaming up and down my shaft. I guess she wanted to be the first to feel the signs of new life in it. It really didn't take very long before the pulsing started deep at the base of my.