I walked to the jail and went in; the marshal was sitting behind his desk. He stood up to shake my hand. "Howdy, Mr. Bartholomew. It's right neighborl... fer ya ta drop by like this so quick. Please have a seat. Coffee?"I took a cup of coffee and sat down in the indicated chair. "What can I do for you, Marshal James? I'm dying of curiosity as to why you wanted to see me."The marshal laughed and said, "It ain't nothing bad, Mr. Bartholomew. I heard how ya wuz able to train that clumsy lunkhead of. Holdingeach others hands, and it was cold. He is usually wery hot. Whenever I am next,my intentions are to touch him and feel the heat. I easily slip my hands on hishairy chest, its manly broad and warm. I rarely find more comfortable place.One day he also relieved me that his nipples are dynamites. With that he meantthat whenever I touch and encircle them with my finger nails, he would go crazy.He also warns me that he may loose his control. That’s what I always wnated,him to loose control. So. This was the first time she had been strongly attracted by a black man, though, and it was interesting.Cindy's glass was empty and she walked into the kitchen to refill her glass. "Would you like a little more wine, Jim?" She was feeling the wine just a little bit because of her empty stomach. Jim walked in after her. "Here let me help you." And he put his hand over hers on the bottle. His touch on her hand was electric. She liked his touch. So far it was innocent, she didn't need to repel it. Trevor found himself enjoying this new sensation and by the glee in his eyes perhaps Steve did as well. Steve stood up and undid his Khakis just as Trevor did. Steve pulled his briefs off and bent over a nearby counter. Trevor thought for a minute and decided to continue...for science. As he slid his Dong into Steve's ass he couldn't believe the odd turn his life had taken. A few weeks ago he was a Virgin and now not only had he fucked to complete female strangers but he was also having his.