Longarm and the Colorado gundown

_{“So it does,” she agreed. “So it does.” She smiled. “And now I know what quality in a man is too.” This time he was able to intercept her hand before she got to him. If she missed the cock and grabbed his nuts by mistake she might turn them into pulp. He squeezed her hand, smiled, raised it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles one by one. She liked that well enough that he could see her turning wet and homy all over again. “You are a beautiful man, Custis Long. Marvelous. Has anyone ever told you before that you are beautiful? It doesn’t embarrass you, does it?” “It doesn’t embarrass me,” he said.}

_{“Has anyone ever told you before that you are beautiful?” “No,” he lied. “Never.”}

_{“You’re beautiful.” She turned her head and kissed his chest.}

_{What she was looking for, of course, was some compliments coming back her way. And shit, he supposed there wouldn’t be any getting around it. She’d just keep fishing until she caught something. He might as well do it now and get it done with.}

_{But not the truth. Lordy, Lordy, not the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth. Shee-it, not that.}

_{Longarm smiled and leaned close so he could look the woman square in the eyes.}

_{“You’re pretty wonderful yourself,” he said, and kissed her.}

_{The flavor of her kisses was nice. Smoke and applejack and homy female all blended together. That was a combination that made for a tasty stew.}

_{And Aggie had herself one helluva nice body. Full and lush and a tad on the plump side. But creamy. Oh, my, soft and creamy.}

_{Proud tits as big as pumpkins. Bright red nipples. Soft mound of belly. Big creamy thighs. Bright pink pussy winking through a veil of copper-colored pubic hair. Aggie had it all.}

_{The only thing wrong was that the poor woman didn’t know what the hell to do with it.}

_{It was just plain damned lucky for her that she found it so easy to reach a climax. Most women couldn’t, not without some patience and a knowledgeable man applying himself to the job of making them scream and go wild. Some women never came, not in their whole lives.}

_{Not Aggie, though. Pinch her nipple and she’d shudder. Touch her clitoris and she’d go into convulsions. Shove a cock—hell, a finger, a toe, probably a banana or any other damned thing—into her cunt and she’d turn herself inside out and shriek loud enough to rattle the shingles on the roof.}

_{Aggie was what a man might think of as being easy to please.}

_{Which was fine, of course. Longarm thought every woman ought to have it so good.}