Sam laughed at her characterization, “Hmmm . . . crush my chest?  Oh sweet lady . . . that’s not a concern . . . ”<br/><br/>He poked her ribs and stroked her ass, dragging his finger down through the valley made by its cleavage and felt his cock inside her.  Sam wicked her slick wetness onto his finger and he teased her pucker a little as it fluttered when waves of orgasm rolled through Irene’s body.<br/><br/>“You’re not at all shapeless honey . . . I’m quite fond of your shape as a matter of fact.”<br/><br/>His hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts as they kissed.  Sam liked its lazy sensuous quality . . . he liked that she had fucked him too.  She was stunning as she rode his cock . . . moving up and down on him  . . . taking him fully or partly inside her.  Sam liked her tits and how they responded to her movements, by swinging, flopping, and jiggling.  She was at any moment he’d seen here a beautiful woman and he loved looking at her . . . especially when they were making love . . . or fucking.<br/><br/>Sam sighed when Irene moved off of him and situated her body cozily draped across him.  He smiled at her question about his making a change in how he made his living.<br/><br/>“That’s really the question of the century . . . it largely depends on where I end up with you.  I don’t want to be on the trail all the time away from you. I’d thought some a while back of maybe being a sheriff in a small town . . . or lately being a rancher has some appeal.  I grew up on a ranch . . . worked it for a while . . . but that has the most appeal to me right now.  Being with you Irene has been wonderful honey.  This is the happiest and, strangely, the safest I’ve felt in a while.  Irene I feel so alive with you.”<br/><br/>“My history with the rangers kinda set me up for that.  It seemed like folks either really liked us or hated us . . . there was never much middle ground . . . and them that hated us . . . well . . . every now and then . . . they’d get up and do something about it . . . as I’m a living testament. Any of that make any sense?”<br/><br/>He combed his fingers through her hair and just looked at her.  Irene’s facial expression made him think that something might be going on in her thoughts.<br/><br/>“Whatcha thinking honey?  That seemed like serious stuff was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours.  You wanna tell me?”<br/><br/>Sam sighed has his finger idly played with her nipples.   He smiled as they filled and her areolae  flushed with apparent arousal . . . darkening and getting that bumpy wrinkled texture that he liked so much.  He stretched his neck out kissed her forehead.  Their quiet lazy unguarded moment felt very peaceful.  It was one he’d be happy with if it lasted a year longer.<br/>