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are you, Anne. Very lovely.”
    â€œDo you really think so?”
    â€œOh, yes. You’re beautiful.”
    She set the brandies aside and came to him, folding herself into his lap and wrapping her arms around Longarm’s neck. “I know I am being terribly brazen, but . . .”
    â€œShh.” He kissed her. A few minutes later he stood, picking Anne up, and asked, “Which way?”
    She pointed him toward her bedroom.

Chapter 42
    Anne Gilbert was even better looking naked than clothed. And in Longarm’s opinion, such a woman was a rare and wonderful thing.
    She was tall and slim, with small breasts and small, rather pale nipples that pointed upward. Her waist was tiny, her hips rounded and smooth. Her back was long and lean, as were her legs. She had a nearly flat belly and a softly fluffy bush of blond hair.
    Anne’s mouth was soft. Tasty too, he discovered, and her tongue was mobile as it probed his own.
    â€œDo you mind?” she asked as she knelt over him, moving from his mouth down to his nipples. She licked him there, then her tongue ranged lower still. Across his belly to his prick.
    She took him into her mouth, the warmth engulfing his cock as he strained upward, wanting more of the sensations she was giving him. A thin string of spittle ran from the tip of his dick to Anne’s lower lip when she pulled back from him.
    She cupped his balls in the palm of her hand and returned her mouth to his rigid cock. She sucked him for a moment then ran the tip of her tongue down his shaft and onto his balls.
    Longarm pulled her to him and buried his own tongue in her soft and fragrant bush. Perfumed, he thought.
    His tongue found the wet opening to her pussy. Anne moaned aloud when he began to lick the tiny button of her pleasure. After only seconds she shuddered and writhed, her slender body wracked by the throes of a powerful orgasm.
    He returned to what he was doing, but she pushed him away. “Too much,” she mumbled, her mouth full of cock. “Strong. So long since . . . It’s been a long time since I felt that. Too powerful.”
    Longarm kissed her inner thighs and ran his hands over her tits, cupping them, gently squeezing.
    â€œPlease,” she said, pulling away from him. “Fuck me now.”
    She stretched out on the bed beside him and parted her legs to receive him as Longarm moved on top of her.
    Anne stiffened and lifted her hips to ease his entry into her wet and gaping pussy. She was slim; he could feel her hip bones gouge into his lower belly.
    Longarm filled her. The heat of Anne’s body surrounded him, took his cock deep inside as she held him tight with arms and legs alike.
    Again it took only seconds before she shuddered. He could feel the lips of her pussy flutter and clench with the power of her climax.
    He did not hold back then, driving hard and deep and seeking his own powerful climax, his cum spewing into her quivering body.
    â€œThank you. Oh, thank you,” Anne whispered into his ear.
    Longarm nuzzled the side of her neck and buried his face in that soft, pale hair, his cock still inside Anne’s body.
    Minutes later he could feel the return of his need. His cock stiffened once more and he began slowly and gently to rock in and out. Anne responded, and he began to think that this might be a long and exceptionally pleasant night ahead.
    The Star Saloon could just take care of itself for the evening.

Chapter 43
    It was sometime in the small hours of the morning when Longarm slipped out of Anne Gilbert’s back door, careful lest her neighbors see that she had had a male visitor in the darkened house. Anne came to the door with him, naked and lovely, and gave him a parting kiss.
    â€œYou are quite a man, Custis Long. I hope you are here to stay,” she told him.
    Longarm refrained from correcting that hope. He missed Denver. He missed his job. But Helen was a friend, and he would not have thought of