On Saturday the next weekend, Kyle, Aubrey, and I went up to the Bearclaw cafe to get a burger. I saw Harold Watson from the Bar-Double-D with a bunch...of other ranchers having coffee. That name always got us laughing as kids because we’d switch the ‘r’ and the ‘a’ around. The three of us were chowing down on the world’s best burgers when I looked up and the guys were standing around our table.“Can we see it, Ramie?” he asked. “The teeth?” Whoa. News travels fast.They were respectful, though,. He took my hand and made me feel his cock. I was fully aroused but still to scared and full of self loathing to do more than have him direct me. Pushing on my shoulders I went to my knees infront of him. Pulling his shorts down I saw his cock in front of my face, we were still only two feet from the door I came in and he was urging me to taste his dick. I was starting to back away from it when he grabbed my head and leaned forward pressing the head onto my lips while holding me still. I. . Take my breath away... love... loveTake my breath awayI cried... It was the most romantic (given the circumstances) thing I had ever witnessed, all done for me! I was shocked, and flattered. And then I knew for sure, not only did he love me, but also I loved him. There was no question about it. I absolutely, with all of my heart loved him, and he felt the same for me.We sat in the back of the room, holding each other, just enjoying the feeling."Hungry?" he asked"Yes... after French,. She remembered when her father used to say that if he could he will kill all the mutts. Jessica herself, hated mutts so much... , I can’t think about all those things now ... maybe some other time.She stood in front of Greg, trying to control her anxiety.Greg ran his hand slowly over her tail inspecting her as if she was an object. She shuddered a little whenever he ran his hands over her tail.“Jessica Do you want ask something?”“Should I call you sir or Greg? ... will I be punished if I talk?.