As her hands were unfamiliar to me the orgasm was very close without quite being there, but then suddenly I felt it. I jerked and Ann carefully cupped...the head of my cock in her hands as I suddenly came, spurting warm juice into Ann's hands. After two or three spurts I finished, and lay back exhausted."There, was that nice…?" Ann whispered in my ear and I looked down at her."That was just fantastic!" Quick do my top up" said Ann looking down at her exposed breasts, as of course her hands were. The loan for the Tea House was paid off, with interest. without comment.Of primary importance, though, was the Wells Fargo stage line. When Colonel Anderson arrived in Wilkins, the Wells Fargo company had already scheduled the discontinuation of the Wilkins run as a regular stop. This was due in part to the lack of passengers and freight coming to Wilkins. This was originally due to disruptions caused by the Civil war. But later because of the increase in bandit activity. Both stages carrying. " Thanks."* * *I entered Barna's and made my way to the bar."What'll you have?" the middle-aged, overweight, cigar-chompingbartender asked."Budweiser and a menu."A moment or so later, a waitress approached. "Ready to order?" she asked.I glanced at the menu and looked back at her.I took a sip of beer. "I'll have the blackened catfish, hushpuppies andcoleslaw, please." She jotted down my order on her pad, and then headed toward the kitchen.The bar resembled the inside of a race shop. Autographed. The video cuts off at the bottom around the middle of her shins. Her feet, her ankles, the natural curve where the calves narrow down to the ankles are all hidden from view.And of course I only see the front of her legs. Like any good sculpture a woman’s body is best explored from every angle: in front, behind, from the side, from above and below. I wouldn’t mind getting to know how her leg looks resting on my shoulder, or with her lying on her back with her knees bent up to her chest, or again.