I’m in Georgia right now. A little place called Dawson. I’m having breakfast in a nice little restaurant called the Town and Country. I’m seriou...ly thinking of settling in here.”“You need to come home.”“I don’t think so. I’m going to need time to get over what happened. If I were to come back now I’m not sure I wouldn’t kill my father and brother if I found myself anywhere around them. I’m going to need a while before I even start thinking about coming back.”“Would you at least call Sonia and. Without hesitation, Amber leaned forward and engulfed Robert’s cock with her mouth. Robert and I both groaned at the sight and I tried to hold off my load as I continued to pump her from behind. She then changed the pace abruptly as she lightly kissed the tip of Robert’s cock and licked a big drop of cum that had managed to escape. Next she slowly licked up and down the shaft, all the while maintaining eye contact with Robert. The next time she licked up to the tip she paused and then took his. The impact of thirteen copses heading to boot hill at the same time was spectacular to say the least. However, it was a matter of celebration in the town and out on the prairie which was quite different than the shock felt back east in civilized society.Dixie always traveled with Manuel and Pablo at her side where ever she went because there were a string of hotshot young guns that wanted the title of being the one that shot the "Killer Sheriff" of the west. It was strange that folks back east. "You weren't supposed to," she said. "I knew what you'd say too. So I had to be patient, and wait until I got the chance to move things up a notch." Well, showing me your pussy sure moved things up a notch," I said."I didn't show it to you," she giggled. "You just saw it. That really was an accident. But when you looked up my skirt, I knew it was my chance to move things along." It almost sounds like you planned to have sex with me." Of course I did," she said. "I've known you would be the man.