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I have Lisa on my mind, wondering what the outcome of this visit will be. It takes me about an hour to ride out to the girlfriend south boundary. I begin riding down the fence, looking for any places in the wire that cattle can escape. I have about two miles of fence to take care of this morning before I go back to the house and prepare for Lisa's arrival. I just hope there aren't too many problems with the fence so I can missionary get to the house before noon. I love to work in the quiet solitude out here...it's one of life's simple pleasures, that I love. The morning passes quickly. I finished mending the fence at about noon, a little longer than I anticipated. But, I'm still ok. I will be back at the house in a little over an hour. That will give me plenty of time to have some lunch and get showered and ready for Lisa's arrival. I'm as anxious as a kid on his first date, wondering what her arrival will be like. When I arrive back at the barn, I unsaddle Tramp and brush him down. He has had enough for one day and is probably looking forward to loafing around in the shade all afternoon. He follows me back to the coral and goes in when I open the gate. He looks around at me as he walks toward the shade of a large oak tree that stands in the far corner of the coral. As I walk to the house, my phone rings. I look at the screen and see that it's Lisa. "Hello, this is Steve." "Hi Steve.......it's Lisa. I wanted to let you know that I'm running a little late. The plane was late getting into San Antonio, then, they lost my car reservation. I'm just leaving the Airport now and will be there in a couple of hours." "That sounds good Lisa, I'm just going up to the house pussy now. Do you want me to make lunch for you or have you already ate?" "That's ok Steve, I grabbed a sandwich at the airport and I'll be fine till dinner time." "Okay Lisa, I'll be waiting for you. I'll make a reservation pov for dinner at the Country Club for us. See you when you get here....." "That sounds good Steve, I can't wait to see you...I've been anxious all morning.....love you Steve, bye." Well, it sounds like she may be as anxious to see me as I am to see her. First, lunch, then a shower and I'll be ready. Why do I have butterflies in my stomach....... After my shower, I called the Country Club and made a reservation for dinner. Usually, the Club isn't too busy on Hardcore week nights. She'd been setting the pace but now I wanted to give her the full effect of my super hard thick cock, and there was only one way to do that. How much harder? She sighed contentedly and looked up away from him as he kissed her, the Kingdom was hers, her Empire was formed and the spoils were bountiful. And we would have to get your bum used to having something in there and teach you how to relax the muscles. I noticed Fred had stopped finger fucking my ass, although he was still very gently suckling my cock. “Well, you’d better get over that in a hurry. A nervous squirm ran through me. Was it too much? Would you like to come in now?" I went to lift myself off so he could take his hand out, but he moved it further up so that it was lined up ready for my cunny As a single-use, disposable boyfriend… you’ve served out your purpose, and that’s that. “Thank Hardcore you for sticking around and watching all of our interview with President Becky Woodward,” Adelia said. I stepped back and again tried missionary to listen to what was going on in the toilet. “Yea sure honey just don’t be late for dinner and do me a favor and ask your aunt if her and your cousin want to come over for dinner” she winks at me and smiles Why isn’t anyone helping him? Doesn't it look sexy totally bald?" “Damn girl, don’t look now but something just took out your little toy!” Pieter jumps back as I leap to my feet, kicking the chair out from under me and lunge for the door. I felt his eyes fall on me and lingered on my curly brown hair that must have been waiving each girlfriend in its own direction. You didn’t have a choice when you two did it either! Thus, the wounded pov had to be carried hundreds of paces into the town for treatment. It does not matter what you wish. He didn’t hesitate, “Of course.” Clothing "Yes, what's yours?" Interview? pussy