His wife is the owner and hired us to run the place for her. So you’ll work as cow hands or leave, there’s no third choice.’ The man had a mean ...ook to him and after looking at his friends for support, he bristled and started to speak again, but Red interrupted him. Red saw the low slung pistols and the way the four men stood, they were directly challenging Red and Josh. ‘What’s your name, Mister?’ Red asked with his evil grin. ‘Jake Stillwell. Why?’ ‘This looks like this is gonna get rite. “Geez, I never gave it any thought at all before this. I’m fine with hugging. Hey, I even hug back some of Lynette’s friends when they hug me ... Lynnie, some of your friends are comin’ on to me, you know,” he teased.She shoved him playfully. “Yeah, and I’ll scratch out their eyes if they try anything more than hugs... !”Tom went on thoughtfully. “Yeah, some of the guys on my track team hugged me after I had a good race time--we slapped each other on the arses too, all in fun; that’s fine;. It wasn't long after that she was gyrating her hips as my tongue flicked in and out she sat up squealing her hands gripping tight onto the back of my head as she cried huffed and shuddered as she came, she squirted down my throat and I was enjoying every sweet drop I had my hands on her hips I was locked on to her as she tried to push away from me her hand off of my head pushing against my shoulders as I pushed my tongue further into her causing her to buck wildly against my face as she came a. He had been down on both knees getting ready to crawl to his shooting perch when he saw me shoot and now charging at him, knife in hand. My bouncing naked tanned tits didn't buy me the momentary hesitation I had been counting on and with rather frightening speed he dropped the rifle in his right hand and with an instant swift motion as he simultaneously grabbed a side-arm from his left side with that empty hand. A really neat trick that he'd obviously practiced a time or two.Still, the math was.