All that, just so he could run his hands over her skin. Silky soft. Tan . . . escaping with as much physical contact as he could before she started to...get weirded-out by him. John knew he was sick . . . Now, there was a new erotic jut to her. John's gaze went to her lips. He wanted that pretty, pink mouth wrapped around his cock--Fuck, he thought as blood drained out of his head. "Okay . . ." he said; she'd been waiting for a "yes" or a "no . . ."There wasn't really a way to say "I'll pay you,. ”Don’t ‘spose you’d have a picture of him, would you?”“Got two, as a matter of fact. Here’s his wanted poster ... And here’s his other picture.”“Son of a bitch! I traded for that man’s old wore-out mule, against a fresh saddle horse and a complete outfitted, short-legged Jenny-Mule. He left here just a little over a hour ago, headed toward Silverton – just as you suspected.”“Would you shoe the Paint and give me forty dollars for my packhorse – packsaddle ‘n all? I need to get a bath and eat. We had made out before, always stopping before we got too far. I expected her to tell me to stop as I reached back to remove her bikini top, but she didn’t.I looked into her face nervously, I wanted our first time to be memorable, and I was afraid I’d fuck it up. I began kissing her along her neck, nibbling her ear as I felt her breast in my hand. I continued to kiss down her body, when I reached her perfect breasts, I took a nipple into my mouth and began sucking.We made love under the stars. From behind I fondle those breasts. I still have my pants on, but she can feel my hard dick pressed in the crease of her ass. I reach around to play with her pussy. Her panties are soaked. I tease her clit and the outside of her pussy. She is already moaning as if an orgasm is near. I lead her to the bed. Off go the panties. I get to work with my tongue. She is so ready; it takes only a minute before she screams her first orgasm. My dick is rock hard. I want to pound her so hard. However, I.