"Jesse, you can't go Christmas shopping looking like a common ranch hand." She took a deep breath, "Jesse..." She paused a moment, then realized there...was nothing else to say."Hon, I am a common ranch hand. I am not a gentleman. I am a rancher and that is all I want to be. If you think you can civilize me, you better think different," he told her. His face looked as if it was carved from a block of granite. She didn't answer.His face broke out in a soft smile as he added, "Cowgirl, you better. She would bring along jerrycans and ration packs and enjoy her treasures and the intensity of her own self-made environment. It was an island for her. A necessary one because most people would not understand her, they would simply judge her with the mentality of sheep. A closed mentality. While she was alive, she would be dutiful to her own sensuality and pleasures. She would explore the darkest recesses of her female brain and bring fantasy to life. What society didn't know about, didn't. He would go in a little, hold his position and then again move in a little. Shivani was hurting. But she did as she was told and controlled her screams.3-4 minutes, and Rahul had his whole dick in his mom’s ass. He pulled it out, spat, and again inserted it in the asshole slowly. He did it 7-8 times and while rubbing Shivani’s clitoris with one hand. He started to increase his speed, and Shivani’s muffled screams turned into moaning.Shivani was enjoying the pleasure of anal sex. Rahul was. "I remembered that as I sat there dining with her. She was a fine looking woman and on a whim I asked:"Are you over Phil yet?" Pretty much. Why do you ask?" If you were over him you might be open for a date." Are you asking?" I guess I am."I think I'd like that."On our third date Linda invited me in when I took her home. She offered me a drink and we ended up on her couch talking. I was on my second drink when she said:"You haven't mentioned it, but I am curious. What happened between you and.