<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Virgil Matthews<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-afternoon<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Reaffirming permission<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cowboy boots, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a tan cowboy hat<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cheyenne<br/><br/>“If I didn’t have you figured out we wouldn’t be standing here doing what we’re doing.” Said Virgil as he allowed his fingers to actually pinch and roll her nipple as his left hand lifted the hem enough to slip his hand down under her panties to rub between her lips, seeking out her clit, but avoiding her clithead.<br/><br/><em>”Please Virgil!”</em><br/><br/>“Please, what sunshine? You need to tell me.” Said Virgil as he pulled his hand out of her dress, causing the titflesh to pop free as he turned her around so they were more or less face to face as he hefted her up once again and set her on the rail of the fence surrounding the corral.<br/><br/>He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what she was asking. But he knew they both wanted her to tell him exactly what she wanted. He knew he didn’t want her having second thoughts later. And he didn’t want her to feel that things had been rushed. Oh hell, they were rushing it and no one could deny it without lying to themselves. But the truth of the matter was that if he didn’t move on it, someone else would. And maybe it was a bit egotistical of him, but he’d been here first.<br/><br/>He had had a plan for how the evening would go once she’d given him consent. And his mind went back over those plans in rapid fire succession.