I popped in a breath mint and sucked on it as I skipped my way over to her house.Ding…dong…Come on in, I heard Joy say in her drawl.I open the doo... and say, You have your Texas drawl going in the morning, and laugh.I’m in the kitchen! Joy says. I walk in and she has her hands in her red hair.She shrugs, I know my regional accent always reappears in the mornings, she guffaws and covers her cute mouth.Are you drunk, I asked.Why, it’s past 9 am!Yeah, but I’m concerned, I say half jokingly.Come on,. "Okay. None of my business anyway. So how are you doing, Lettie?" I'm doing just great," Lettie said. "We're accumulating cattle for our ranch. Do you have any suggestions as to where would be a good place to set up a ranch in Oregon?" Well, folks, most of the people on the wagon train are probably going to end up in the Willamette Valley. If it were me though and I was gonna start a cattle or a horse ranch, I know of three or four little valleys that would be perfect." Would you be willing to. "A million thoughts ricocheted in my drunken brain, yet his big cock saluting me was blurring my straightness. I could feel the urge to suck his cock growing, thinking to myself no one will ever know. Yet, the lingering masculine side of me, the one that made gay jokes and mocked gay men was yelling for me to walk away. Assumedly seeing my inner struggle, he said, "Go on, Martin, fate led you here, and woke up a long repressed inner desire you didn't even know existed. Just relax and let it. I paid the bill, and off we went. There isn’t anyone around on a Friday afternoon, so I let us in and locked to door behind us. We went into my office, where she took her shoes off and sat on the edge of the desk, with her bare legs crossed. Her skirt rode up as she did, revealing smooth, slim thigh, and she made no effort to pull it down. I sat in my desk chair, and smiled at her. “Do you want me to take my top off – I saw you looking at my bra earlier” she said. All I could do was nod as she.