Wharton was watching his every move, so Hoyt took a canvas poke and pulled it down over the man’s head.“You just sit there real quiet in the dark ...s I sift through your belongings ... You may yet live to see that courthouse back in Phoenix.”“I have enough money in my saddlebags to pay you well, if you’ll let me go and not come after me again,” the man offered ... mumbling from beneath the canvas bag.“You don’t have a damn thing to offer me! I have your saddlebags and carpetbags laid out over. Seeing it crash against her abdomen forming a lump on her toned belly brought forth a tingling sensation somewhere deep inside of him.Later they had a wonderful early seafood dinner at the same wooden deck restaurant on the beach.They left for their cabin in good spirits, which carried Claire smoothly across the task of her daily accounting and sorting of laundry. Soon afterward, feeling tired from the morning journey, and the day’s exertions and alcohol intake, they called it a night.*Ryan. Problem is, beautiful women often have big egos and are high maintenance. They want you to take care of them, and don't worry about taking care of you, because they have a string of guys willing to do anything to get in their pants. So, I'll bet I'm a better sex partner than she is." Well, it's not like half the drivers you work with wouldn't like to get into your pants!" I was finally catching up to her banter. We had finished our first round by now, so I signaled the waitress for another. ...!!!" Unwilling to cease, he moved his tongue to her mouth to feast on her come before she whimpered, "No, pleeeeeze. Just fuck me....pleeeeeze… FUCK ME..." Ever the gentleman, he joined her on the couch as she fed his cock into her grasping lubricity. Pausing after their mouths had joined while they appreciated the completion of their union, he breathed into her ear of the wonders of her beautiful cunt and his happiness in sharing her come. Then they began to fuck--with deliberation at first.