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enough energy for my boy toy duties.”
    â€œYes, but you’re young. You’ll adjust.” To demonstrate how much fun a job like that could be, I tickled his nuts and slid his cock into my mouth again, sucking him hard and deep. The surge of heat in my core served as a reminder of how good his fabulous dick would feel if he ever got around to actually fucking me with it.
    â€œWell, yes, I probably could do both,” he agreed after a moment’s reflection. “I’ve done it before for my, um, girlfriend.”
    I paused in my efforts to comment. “Whose name you seem to have, um, forgotten?”
    With a nod, he let out a groan of pure pleasure. “I don’t think I even remember what she looks like. All I know is she never made me feel as good as you have in the past hour or so—not in the whole time I knew her.” He sighed deeply. “And not only by what you’re doing right now—which she didn’t like to do, by the way—but by making me feel like I can talk to you, tell you things about myself and you don’t judge, you just accept me for who I am.”
    Actually, it was the way anyone’s mother might make them feel, but I chose not to mention that. Instead, I followed his comments with one of my own that put me clearly out of the mother category.
    â€œWhich is what? A tasty cowboy with a brain and a dick to die for?” I punctuated my sentence with a kiss on the end of said dick, and slid out from under him. Settling myself behind the wheel, I flipped my hair back over my shoulders. “What do you say we get you back to the ranch before someone else drives by?”
    With a pained expression, he nodded his reluctant agreement and pushed up from the seat. After easing himself upright again, he looked down at his groin. “This is gonna be worse than if I’d taken off my boots. I don’t know if I can get into my jeans.”
    â€œThink of something that would make your dick shrivel up,” I advised. “Like going for a swim in the North Atlantic.”
    â€œOr getting left behind on the highway in the middle of Wyoming.” The note of irony in his tone was impossible to miss.
    â€œThat might do it—or not. Hmm…” I reached over and cupped a hand beneath his cock, lifting it up for a closer inspection. “It doesn’t seem to be getting any smaller. Maybe I need to suck you off, after all.”
    Having said that, I was pleased to note that his penis didn’t shrivel in the slightest, but turned to granite in a matter of seconds.
    â€œI don’t think you’re helping matters any,” he gasped. “Do you think you could…?”
    â€œSuck your dick? Tickle your balls? Play with your ass?” I stared at his stiff shaft, giggling. “Troy, this is amazing! It seems to grow a little more with everything I say.”
    â€œKeep talking and it’s gonna fire off all by itself.” He was moaning now. “Please, Angie. Help me.”
    His pleading expression would have swayed a much stronger woman than I’d ever claimed to be. “Pretty pushy for a boy toy, aren’t you?” Scooting closer, I took his cock in my hand and coated my palm with the slick fluid pouring from the head. “I think I’ll do it like this the first time. That way I’ll be able to tell whether you can shoot straight.”
    â€œ Anything. Just do it.”
    I’d never seen a man look quite so desperate before. Grinning hugely at the effect I seemed to have on him, I put a stranglehold on his swollen member at its base and pumped up and down on the shaft with my other hand. It took longer than I thought it would, but suddenly…
    â€œWow, Troy! Looks like your first job is going to be cleaning my windshield—along with the dashboard, headliner, seat, floor mat, and”—I aimed the last shot in a different direction—“my mouth.” Licking my lips,