She let out a gasp of breath and threw her head back, arching her back, and started to tremble. Her pulse rate jumped dramatically. ‘Oh…fuck!’ s...e said, and that was followed by several pants. Her head came back down and her eyes opened, shock, amazement and sex running rampant over her features. ‘More?’ I asked her, grinning. ‘Uh-huh,’ she panted. Her other hand was gripping the edge of the table and she had sunk down low in her seat. I trailed my finger down her wrist to her palm using this. I untied my horse and held him while Opal Anne got on. A firm hand on the seat of her britches made sure she safely rose to the saddle. A husband can’t be too caring. She stood in the stirrups and wiggled her bottom at me, then blew me a kiss and rode off to Daisy’s.I climbed up into the wagon seat and Rory drove us to the hotel. Rory tied the mules to the hitching post, then we walked into the restaurant, and ordered our dinner. We sat there talking about plans and hopes, until I felt the need. She put her fuck pillow under her ass and said, "pile-drive me, baby." I got a good long, deep stroke going and she moaned and moved her head side-to-side and came several times. "God, you fuck like a stallion," she said. I was u*********sly going almost all the way out then slamming back in. Every time I did she moaned. Finally, she begged, "Baby, you gotta cum. I can't handle any more. Fuck!" I did her another five minutes anyway and said, "Ready for my hot cum, baby?" "Yeah...please...do. He had imagined that some less honorable member of the press might have skirted the law a little.The apartment smelled musty, as all places did after standing unoccupied for a while. The living room was a little messy and dusty, but he had left it that way. He was afraid to face the refrigerator. He couldn’t remember what he had left in it, but whatever had been left, was probably worthy of burial in a toxic waste dump. He decided that he’d tackle that the next day.Although he felt like he.