Pressing his body against Abigail, their lips met. “Well, I drank all that for nothing I guess,” The man said crawling away. Porn The morning sun shone brightly against her auburn hair, her emerald eyes admiring the sunrise off the horizon. “All right love,” the drunken man said, holding his out in surrender, “You don’t need to be a bitch about it.”
As he rolled over to stand up, Ginger gave him a swift kick in the stomach. “Come on, Doc, how am I supposed to make a living if you gonna keep shooing me away,” Claire asked with a pout, looking at him with big eyes. Quickly worming his way out of his pants, he made quick work on Abigail’s dress. Pete holstered his pistol and motioned his horse to keep going. “How long have you been here?” Ginger asked, finishing her drink. Pete ignored her at the two strode down main street. “Well, so do I, but I don’t do it when I know there’s a chance of someone walking into the tent.” Ginger told him, walking into the tent, “You didn’t get any on my blanket did
