Throwing them down to the floor, I let my rage take over.“Dude, what the—” Bobby started to say, getting up.“Shut up!” I yelled, punching hi... hard in the jaw. He fell back, whimpering.Chris got up, and I grabbed him and landed a vicious punch in his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He fell on the floor, coughing and wheezing.“Dude, what the hell happened?” gasped Chris.“You know goddamn well what happened,” I snarled. I advanced on them, bare-chested, towering and menacing. Bobby got up and. “He’s right, Eli. When you sent the telegraph message with Eli Crow on it, they must have thought it was Dad who sent it and that he was the one coming here,” Kit told him.When they arrived at the hotel, the driver of the surrey rang his bell and two bellboys ran out to grab their bags.Eli looked up to see the hotel manager walking toward him with his hand out. He was smiling and Eli knew then, they really did think he was Marshal Eli Crow.“Marshal Crow, it sure is good to have you come stay. " She arrived about ten minuets later. The day was cold and kind of snowy. She rang the bell and I answered. She was very attractive in her blue jeans, turtle neck, boots and leather jacket. She handed me the item she needed to return to my wife and we stood chatting at the door for a few minutes.I then invited her to come in and continue our conversation. She accepted. However before she came in, she insisted on taking off her boots so as to not dirty the carpeting. I got an immediate hard-on.. She pushed her boots off with each foot. She begrudgingly let the cock slip out of her mouth while she worked the jeans down her legs and off her feet. She left the jeans in the footwell of the front seat. Her hand instinctively shot down between her legs. Her pussy was very wet indeed. She pushed a finger inside herself and decided that she was more than ready to take that cock inside her; she would have taken it regardless of whether she was wet or not. She smiled, opened her door, stepped.