Bain hadn’t known the salty stagecoach driver long, but he had befriended Bain. Eckhart’s spilled blood called out to John Henry, screaming for ju...tice. Bain intended to bring them in for that reason, bounty or not.Continuing, Bain neared the opening as the ground fell away before him. He knew that the Grand Canyon further to the west dwarfed this place, yet that notwithstanding, this site was massive. The chasm twisted and turned through the panhandle landscape, like a deep scar scratched into. I just assumed they were all stuffy and boring. Not my guy! We had more fun bantering back and forth over instant messaging and making faces over the web cam than any two adults ought to. Of course with our ever-conflicting work schedules, that was the best we could do to communicate sometimes. The rare instances we actually crossed paths at the same time were reserved for making wild, passionate love. It was just who we had become in our full lives together.We cleared the dishes and headed. She tells me that she really likes that pair of panties as it makes her feel very sexy. She asked if I wanted to the matching pair. I grinned and said yes. With her hand still on my cock she reaches behind her neck and unsnaps her collar to the sun dress that she was wearing and her dress falls to the floor and she is now standing there in only her panties as she was not wearing a bra. She asked if they look better on her or my cock. I told her that they look sexy on her and that she is about. The sun was technically still setting, night enough for me.The Upstairs was a club, downtownish. There was the main door, swarming with college aged kids and slightly older people, that recessed into a brick wall next to an organic looking smoothie place and a side door with a metal plaque further down. A pink haired girl was bouncing a clipboard off her thigh as she talked around a cigarette at a bunch of drunks she wasn’t letting in. They were finally giving in, walking past us, when the one.