Let me read this here note from Sol and I'll be right with ya... Hmmm... It shore looks like Sol sets a lot of store by you. I'll do what I kin ta he'...." Thanks, Marshal. Call me Bill. My friend John Buckley was murdered a couple of weeks ago an' I'm trying to find out what's behind it. His ranch, the Circle JB, has had a passel of trouble with rustlers, but none of the other ranches have been hit a tall. In the process, I was shot at the other day and I got a crease across my chest ta prove. .Arnie pulled away from her nipple. "Get...off..." he grunted.She rode him harder, faster. "Almost there...not yet..." She glommed her mouth to his."Mmmff! Nnhh!" he gasped into her mouth as she felt his cock expand and then start to throb inside her.She reared back as she felt Arnie inseminate her borrowed body. Deep within her she felt a painful/pleasurable jolt as the head of his cock bounced off of her cervix and then there was a spreading warmth there. "UH! UHH!" she grunted, cumming hard,. His smooth shaved head excited her so much, as well as his solid features. She leaned in and pressed her full red lips against him, almost unable to control herself. As she kissed him she provocatively slid her tongue between his lips. After the exchange, she walked into the room making sure to put some extra bounce into her thick ass, knowing he was watching.She sat on the bed, soon to be their carnal playground, and leaned back on her hands causing her breasts to nearly pop out of her shirt. They worked harder to fuck meAt this time, my mobile phone rang, and the host's phone rang. Between them, they said, "slut, what are you doing?" the tattoo artist and his friends may have been scared and stopped. I quickly told them not to stop and continue to force the fuck. When they continued to fuck me, I groaned and wanted to tell the host that I was tattooing. The master pushed the door and saw the three of us making love This time, the tattoo artist may be really scared. He pulled his.