Still shaken at the reality of a singing pussy, I collected my thoughts and commenced licking. If you had let me cheat you fair and square none of this would have happened. Without answering her, I nestled up against her shapely body and went sound asleep. She began singing, “Return to sender,” an old country western song. Angel met me at the door, and my clothes fell off of me again. And Harold, for a price of course, promised to get it for them. Get this man’s equipment back here and quit whining or I’ll arrest you.” The sheriff left, anxious to go see Linda at the Buck Horn, I figured
“If my equipment isn’t back here by this afternoon, you’re going to be even a sorrier son of a bitch than you already are.” I stared down at him and added, “If you cause me any more grief, I’m going to take your bank away from you. A wonderful thrill shot down my body and my hard on got even harder.
