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of her nightdress and felt for the closure. Found it at the back, hidden beneath her hair. He slipped the button free and the silky garment slithered to the floor under its own weight, pooling there in a cream-colored pile.
    “Damn, woman, you’re mighty fine,” he observed. And indeed she was. Tall and slim and with only a hint of belly. Her tits were pale, the nipples small and pink. The bush at her crotch was a vee of gray fur, tightly curled and already moist with her juices.
    Cornelia came to him, this time wrapping both arms around his neck. She raised herself on tiptoes and lifted one leg high. Longarm was surprised to find that she had easily impaled herself on his cock, taking him deep into her cunt while they stood belly to belly and lip to lip.
    She kissed him, pulling his tongue into her hot mouth while she ground her hips against his.
    Cornelia was able to take every inch of him, something that not every woman could handle. She rocked back and forth against him, his prick sliding in and out with the woman’s motion.
    Without warning she tightened her arms around his neck and lifted herself, wrapping her legs around Longarm’s waist and driving herself onto him. He was holding her completely off the floor, his arms around her torso, her tits warm and soft on his chest.
    He felt the heat of her pussy. Felt the slippery moistureof her juices. Felt his own sap quickly rise in response to her.
    Cornelia bit his ear but Longarm scarcely felt it. His concentration was on the exquisite sensations of being deep inside this handsome woman’s body.
    He groaned and shuddered as his come exploded into her. Cornelia began to shudder and moan as he did so. If she was faking her orgasm, he realized, she was doing one hell of a fine job of it.
    He clung tightly to her, all of her weight on his sturdy frame as both of them came.
    After another minute or so he sighed. Cornelia unwrapped herself from around him and dropped her feet to the floor once more. But she continued her hold around his neck, her mouth on his, her breath rapid and hot.
    “Damn,” she whispered when she pulled her face an inch or so away from his.
    “Yeah,” Longarm agreed.
    “You are good, dearest,” she said.
    “Glad y’ think so, ma’am.”
    The lady giggled and asked, “Do you think we can do it again?”
    “You bet, but let’s lie down an’ try it this time.”
    She took his hand and led him onto the bed, placing herself wide open for his entry when he joined her.

Chapter 7
    Cornelia stayed with him until dawn, then she slipped out of his room. When Longarm went downstairs for breakfast an hour later the woman acted like she scarcely knew him.
    Liberty begged him to stay “just one more day,” which Cornelia, with a twinkle in her eye, seconded, but he kissed the little girl on the forehead and declined the invitation.
    “It’s work that brought me up here, an’ I’d best get to it.”
    “Finish your breakfast then and we shall drive you back into town,” Cornelia said.
    The distance was not so much that he could not walk it but he was glad enough for the offer. Donald fetched his bag downstairs and escorted him outside where a light wagon was waiting for him. Half an hour later he was deposited in front of the Cheyenne post office.
    “Mornin’,” he greeted the clerk on duty. Longarm showed his badge, then said, “I’m looking for a gent name of Osgood. I don’t know his first name.”
    “That would be Clarence,” the clerk said. “He’s in the back sorting mail. Is this important?”
    “Very,” Longarm said.
    The clerk frowned but said, “All right then. Come inside the cage. I’ll take you to him.”
    Clarence Osgood turned out to be a burly, rather tough-looking man with hairy arms and heavy beard stubble. When Longarm introduced himself Osgood nodded and said, “I thought one of you fellows would be along. That’s why I put that mail in the strongbox.”
    “That was good thinking,” Longarm said.
    Osgood