As she relaxed, she disappointingly pushed the t-shirt down between her legs, blocking my view of her panties. “Where did I put that lotion?” she ...sked rhetorically as she rummaged in the small backpack at her side.She pulled a tube and a plastic bottle out and tossed them to the side of her leg and, for some unknown reason, pulled the large black, metal flashlight out as well. It was the biggest one we had, powered by four D cell batteries in a straight line. This she set head down between her. I was getting the best of her this time around the block like I knew I would, she couldn’t hang with my morning wood I thought to myself. As my fresh meat began to create a large amount of pre-cum the lubrication of her ass no longer relied on spit. Her cock was flapping in between her unzipped shorts and her stomach, I could hear it making a lot of noise in her mid-section as I slammed into her from the back. I began stroking her as I grinded deep in her stomach, I grabbed her balls and her. Can you hear me in there?”“We hear you, Marshal, don’t shoot, we’re coming out.”Joe and Larry Parkins came out with their hands high and Eli took their guns.“Who else is in there?”“Nobody.”“Where’s Marshal Duncan? You better not lie to me either. I found his dead horse and there’s his saddle.”“He’s in there in the cell.”“Get your asses in there before I kill you both and scalp you right here.”“Don’t kill us, Marshal, we didn’t want to shoot his horse,” Larry pleaded.“Get in that cell and if. A boy needs his father. Even that father. And they are his grandparents. Even if they are California hippy-dippy, Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson-Bernham are nice people. Heck, Josh is nice. He’s just silly and irresponsible. And my mom and dad aren’t the most doting grandparents. Maybe when Danny can golf they’ll be. That’s what my parents do. They golf. What else? I have no idea. I point my toes to the end of the bed and stretch. I reach my thumb up to my forehead and try to rub the furrow out. The.