I don’t think a gourmet cook could have produced a better meal than that which was cooked on this portable stove. It was delicious and the wine went...down a treat. So much so that I think we went through eight bottles at that sitting. When we’d eaten enough, I heard the elderly of the two servants say to Thomas that everything was in its usual place and that they would be back at seven thirty to see to breakfast. With that, the two men got into the jeeps and drove off. The silence of the moors. He said he didn't know about Montana, but he did know about around Cheyenne. He mentioned an old feud between Kilgore and Williams what dated back about 30 years. It seemed that Kilgore somehow blamed Williams fer the riding accident what put him in the wheel chair. The bartender said that back then Williams had married the woman what Kilgore had been sparkin'. That really soured Kilgore and he had brought in and married a woman from back East, Philadelphia or someplace.Anyway, Kilgore had. Jenny was so fucking tight -- every vein in my shaft seemed pressed against her cunt walls. Kim continued rubbing on Jenny's clit and slit, simultaneously kissing and caressing her cunt mound as I stuffed it with my meat. I groaned, my cockhead burying into her womb, my prick now completely swallowed up by the soft, hot, satiny folds of flesh quivering beneath me. Jenny's cunt walls rhythmically squeezed my muscle as I built up a steady penetration. She was fucking her hips back at me and. “We’re out of strawberries.” “Not even one?”“Nope.” “Really?”“Do you not remem-?”“Remember the other morning?” she finishes my sentence then sighs. “Why do you think I want some. Go look.” “I’ve melted to the floor, there's no hope for me now, you’re on your own.”“But look, you’re already halfway up and I’m over here,” she dramatically brings her hand up to her forehead. “Famished…”“Famished eh?”“Yes… I need something cold before I... I...”“Before you what?”“Too hot… Can’t think…” She manages.