A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing “Love” stamps on bright pink...envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them.His curiosity getting the better of him, he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he is doing.The man says: “I’m sending out one thousand Valentine cards signed: ‘Guess who?’”“But why?” asks the man.“I’m a divorce lawyer.” the man. Every third day we’d spend a few hours hunting. I took that opportunity to have Anna practice long shots with her A700. She would never be as good as Yolanda or me, but by the time we left for Santa Fe she was doing well on anything out to 800 yards.The evening I tied off the sixty-third bag of eighty gold bars, I said, “Anna we can leave any time from tomorrow on. We have sixty-three bags of eighty bars and over one hundred and fifty pounds of nuggets that still needed to be melted so anything. “Mrs. Kane ... I’d like to speak to your husband if I might.”“Yes, Ma’am ... I’d like to rent the old Stage Stop.”“Yes, Ma’am ... one hundred a month ... no checks ... cash only on the First.”“Do I need to talk to Mr. Kane?”“Yes, Ma’am ... I’d like to pay two years in advance.”“Yes, Ma’am... 2400 dollars. I’ll be right out.”“Ranchester, Ma’am.”“Yes, Ma’am ... on my way.”I hung up and walked out to the RX-5. She was still there.“I can’t keep calling you young lady.”“Karen, my name is Karen Post.. ” I grunted.She smiled at me and lowered her mouth over my cock.A second later, her ruby red lips touched my pubes and a gagging sound confirmed that my cock was now deep in her throat. She continued to expertly suck my cock and fondle my balls for a wonderful couple of minutes. It wasn’t long before I felt the first signs of an imminent orgasm. I closed my eyes and tried to suppress the urge to cum, and enjoy my sister’s talented mouth as long as possible. Much too soon, I had to acknowledge.