<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>En route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th 2006 10:35pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"Do you think you can ride in your state?" Clint teased, not specify if he was talking about the maniacal bull or himself at that point. He felt the exact moment when reluctance blended into submission, albeit with hesitation. There was a thrill to chipping away at the sexy little minx's personality, the result, to make her purr for him like a kitten. Clint's finger tips pulled back on the hood covering her clit before he began to fondle the nub in slow circling motions. "Careful? About what? Making you cum to hard you can't think straight?" He teased, his fingers slipping out of her panties as she spread her legs and propped one on his dash.<br/><br/>His rough palms caressed her inner thighs, neglecting her poor little pussy after she has so willingly opened it up to him. Clint continued to touch and explore her inner thighs, his eyes remained on the road. "Did you bring an extra pair of panties? Or you going to go into the bar without any on?" He asked before he slipped his hand over her crotch, noticing the wet spot was growing. Clint palmed the mound and began to caress the entire area over the crotch of her panties. His fingers traced the outer swollen folds of her pussy or brush against her clit, but it was never enough, at least he didn't think it was enough to get her where she wanted to be.