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And while the food was excellent at the base ranch, due to their having Chinese cooks, it was terrible out on the range with a cook appropriately named ‘Grubby.’ Also, Hoss’s clothing was beginning to look rather shabby. He kept his shooting irons and rigging in big pristine shape, however. Never knew when he would be called upon to use the former and used the other every day. Eventually he came up over a rise in the path and saw as pretty a mountain valley as you would ever want to see, with a dingy and ugly unnamed town in the middle. Miners and homesteaders don’t care much about what their town looks like. They have enough to contend with in their own desperate lives. All the town has to do is provide for their needs. And this one had for several decades. It is going into eclipse now, since the mines are in the process of playing out and the surrounding valleys are being filled with ‘poor folk’ who will remain that way for another generation anal or two. Big boobs One good thing out of all of this is that with the depression of the economy of the town, all of the prices were also depressed. Like the whiskey, lodging and women, which were of primary interest to Hoss. Sure he had been sent in for needed supplies, as much as he could haul back on his saddle and a donkey to be purchased. But, the owner of the ranch knew that a one day round trip would stretch out to three days at least for Hoss to enjoy other more personal provisions for himself. Upon entering the dingy town, he noticed that it was falling into disrepair rather rapidly from his visit just three years ago. Paint was chipping, loose boards were unrepaired and even the sidewalks were giving in in places. There were very few people on the streets, but that was to be expected on a Tuesday, and would actually work out well for him. Less competition for his meager funds and time worn self. He figured that the first chore in order would be to wash down the trail dust at the familiar salon to his previous visits. Not, that there had actually been any dust on his journey. But, the forms had to be respected, so he hitched his horse up to the hitching post and ambled in with his trail worn body through the swinging doors and up to the bar. He didn’t notice anyone in the saloon, except for a little bit of a girl, who was all painted up as a hussy. She didn’t actually look old enough to even be in here, but as my Daddy used to say when I got my height and ‘interests,’ you sit the girl in a boobs chair and if her feet reach the floor, she is ole enough. If her feet don’t reach the floor and you fancy her anyways, you just cut some off of the legs and it will work out anyway. She sashayed up to him and asked what he wanted. Of course, she knew what he really wanted, but he contained himself and asked if the barkeep was available so that he could begin his town visit with a shot of whiskey. She informed him that the barkeep was going to be gone for several hours on this slow day so that he could stand in a long line to see the only real doctor in a hundred miles and get his monthly dose of DR. SALAMANDER’S CURE-ALL POTION. But, that he trusted her to serve any drinks that were desired and collect the funds for them, since she was his niece and lover. She poured him a drink and he engaged her in conversation as he sipped it. He supposed that she was one of those kind of ‘open gals’ who would talk about anything and everything with no heed for propriety nor privacy. A welcome companion after the years with silent cows and fellow riders who were secretive about everything about their selves, especially their real names. As she rattled on, she also measured him up to see if she would welcome his advances. That actually was a foregone conclusion, since there was very little traffic in the middle of the week and especially in the early afternoon. And she had to make her quota for the barkeep, or there would be ‘hell to play.’ Which would be felt mainly on her backside and perhaps up in it, too. After his listening to her narration of all of her personal life and family, he gently inquired as to how she felt about her working here? She paused a minute and then offered, “Ma is all for it, and Pa is ‘agin’ it, because of what the preacher man says on Sundays. I am 18 now and can make my own choices about this, but ma says that it will prepare me for my future as some man’s wife. (‘That is if any man would want to marry me or even just take me in as private whore,’ she murmured to herself.) “What was that, I didn’t quite get what you said there,” he inquired? ‘Oh, never mind. “God, you look just like your bitch of a mom.” Glarg glarg glarg, Riley’s throat went with each thrust of his dad’s cock. A Japanese gentleman had his hand in her chastity belt and was rubbing her clit. Please try to have him on his feet as soon as possible." My boobs brain ached from all the reading I had done. However, knowing that I needed to be quiet only turned Natalie on more, and she redoubled her efforts to get me to cry out, at the worst fucking time. She was worried about getting the time of but I had already taken care of that with a big phone call to her boss the day before. I left the coffee shop and intended to walk home, anal but somehow I ended up at that playground we used to go to. “Hey, slut, fry me some bacon while Big boobs you have your fat titties hanging over the pan.” Stacy joked. "Happy birthday" she said and kissed his head before going around the table and hugging the rest of her family. "I think they saw us" she said. “He’s setting you up,” he tells me very serious. Haley had never gotten a chance to see Mr. Jenkin's naked, in fact had never seen anything beyond the big cock that jutted out of his fly. Billy got behind her and pushed her legs forward so they were bent around Charlie. Jasper, I will start mating with you, when I see you need to and the coast is clearer that no one will catch us. Allison is checking the video footage before she realizes that I’m even in the studio. When I finished up on those little chores, Opal, the young fuckster from the bank showed up again.