A New Life Out West

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Marshall shook his hand and was perhaps about to answer. When the sound of the door opening was heard. Along with Gretchen, "Things alright here Marshall?"

As she moves through her kitchen to nearby Marshell. Ivy steps up to Morgan and sought to take his hand leading him out the front door. "Gretchen and I ran into Emily, she's staying the night with Emelia and Jose. So I think my Father may see if Gretchen minds company." A squeeze of his hand. "We could ride your horse." The unsaid words being to her home.

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Waiting till Ivy and Morgan were gone. Gretchen then smiled some to Marshall. "Em's not going to be here tonight. I.. wonder if you would not mind staying a while?" She blushed as that was bold enough. The unsaid thing being she may not mind if he stayed.

 

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Morgan heads out with Ivy to his horse. First offering a hand to help her onto it before he climbs on having her nestled between his thighs. Holding her he starts it on a slow trot before it begins to gallop. He kisses the back of Ivy's neck "where should we ride beautiful." Arms embracing her even while holding the reigns. Though he has an Idea where she will wanna go.

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Marshell smiles at both the boldness of Gretchen and the beautiful blush dancing across her cheek. He walks up to her and says 'and Ifm I were to stay. What would you reckon we'd do keep drinking whiskey or something esle." His arms already holding her close but still holding some whiskey in glasses in each hand for the both of them. Offering her a sip before sipping from the same glass himself.

 

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Settled in front of him she laughs softly. Putting her hands to his on those reigns. "Home is what I'd say. If the home had blankets. So, the main house. My bed is comfy enough there." If there'd been blankets she'd have done it. "This just means, we get to raid the linen closet closest to my room in the main house and take the spare pillows there, tomorrow. Long as you don't mind it'll take me a trip to the general store tomorrow too, getting things we'll need."

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Gretchen blushes a little more. Then takes a sip from that glass he offered her. Before taking hold of that second glass he had. "Since it's you, and we're adults. I do think we can drink a little whiskey in bed, where it'll be warmer. Even if it's bold of me to say. I do, very much, want a little more whiskey with you, in bed."

 

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Marshell gazes into your eyes "I think whiskey in bed with you sounds wonderful. Gretchen" desire evident in his voice as he follows her into the room. Removing his shirt snd suspenders as if he was getting ready for bed. His chiseled chest exposed though not as fit as Morgan he was still strong for his age. A few faded scars from shuffles.
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He smiles riding to thr main house. Helping her down he holds Ivy. Kissing her deeply. "Well go to thr general store tomorrow. I can do rhe heavy lifting."

 

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The room was tidy. The bed a large four poster with mosquito netting hung over it. On the other side Gretchen undid the shirt and let it fall .. pushing her skirt off with it. Her chemise was white with thin straps and barely came to mid thigh. Sliding her underwear off and slipping under the covers. She looks to Marshell.

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A kiss shared before Ivy led Morgan inside. One could tell that Marshall's house was larger, had bigger rooms. But it was still homely within it. She led him along to her room. Nothing about it spoke of what she'd been like as a child, or younger girl. It's personality was simply Ivy. Done in dark blue and white. Once they were in there Ivy smiles to Morgan. "So your coming with me?" Clearly she liked that idea as she smiled to him.

 

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Marshell undoes his trousers pushing them down as he is now just in underwear. He climbs into bed drinking some more whiskey. His eyes roaming over Gretchen hungrily.

Morgan smiles "yes but for now though." He follows Ivy in the room lifting her in his powerful arms. His lips connect with hers in fiery passion.

 

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Gretchen helps him sort those blankets out over him there. Taking a sip from her glass and looking at him. ".. you're looking like you'd rather far more than this?"

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Wrapping her arms up about his neck, and returning that kiss ivy's boots softly thudded to the floor behind him there while he stood holding her, legs wrapped about his waist.

 

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He takes another swig and says "between you and me I'm a bit rusty I haven't been with anyone since....Marabeth. I definitly want to do more but I also don't wanna drive you away." A bit of Vulnerability in the usually confident sheriff.

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Morgan kisses you deeply pressed against the wall his hands holding onto Ivy's ass to steady her. His lips trace her lips trying to seak entry.

 

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Gretchen blushes far more hearing his admittance. "Then, how about we kiss, slow and see how we go? We can stop whenever either of us wants to." She didn't want to tell him she'd bedded Morgan! Thus seeking to put their whiskey glasses on bedside tables, Gretchen aims to kiss Marshell, softly.

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Ivy parted those lips slowly there under the feel of Morgan's own. Kissing him quite deeply, hands resting on his upper back lightly.

 

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Marshell kisser her back. Either fueled by the liquid courage or his growing desire. He leaned in deepening the kiss. His tongue tracing her lips. One hand ran through her hair. His other on her outer thigh feeling her soft skin.

Morgan continued to kiss ivy tongue sliding across her own. Before turning her to fall to rhe bed with her. Resting on his elbows so not to crush Ivy.

 

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Gretchen very slowly parted her lips for Marshall's deeper kiss. Her hair soft to his fingers and softer breasts came against his chest, he'd feel the subtle pucker of nipples. Given she'd been shaving places he'd find her legs silken soft. Gretchen shifts one a little hooking it up over his hip and thus tugging him a lot more intimately closer.

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Ivy gave a breathless giggle when they landed on the bed, it enough to have her break the kiss. She didn't know he was planning to stay with Gretchen. "We might have an hour before he'll be home."

 

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He moaned into the kiss. His hand rising higher on her thrigh hiking her camasile up some his hand brushing against the bottom of her backsided. His tongue slid into her mouth. Glidiing against her tongue in her mouth. He felt his cock stiring getting harder in his underwear.
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Morgan looked at her and said "well we can stop waisting time and get what fun in we can." He gave her a teasing grin "unless you just wanna lay here looking at each other. Although i wouldnt mind that either."

 

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Gretchen made a few softer sounds against Marshell's mouth, that tongue deftly navigating his mouth in a deeper kiss. Proving perhaps what he and his late wife might have suspected, that Richard and Gretchen had been quite active! Gretchen, however, wasn't trying to rush things with them.

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Ivy smiled at the words and grin given by Morgan. "A night, cuddled with you in bed, then sleep. Sounds divine, actually." As she wrapped arms about him and simply curls her form in close and tight.

 

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He moans into the kiss. Tongue dancing with hers as his hand hiked her Camasile higher. His hand firmly groping her ass cheek. Breaking the kiss he kissed down her jaw to her neck whispering her name on the way. He kept feeling her up pulling her tighter against his crotch. She could feel the bulge forming in response to her lips and touch.
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Morgan smiled "whatever the future Mrs. Holt wants " He held her close smelling the scent of her hair.

 

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(Camisole)

With how far Marshall had drawn up that camisole, Gretchen was feeling the fabric of his undergarments against herself, with the way that bulge pressed firm and hard to her. Marshell may just realise she was getting rather wet. A soft moan to the air.

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Ivy's hair smelt subtle of lavender. The rest of her like soap. A lift of her lips to nuzzle to Morgan's cheek.

 

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Marshall's fingers kept exploring getting more and more natural. The concern and worry seeming to go away at the pure desire. His fingers found her wetness. Rubbing against her folds in slow caresses before slipping into her working slowly at first. His other hand pulled the shoulder strap of her Camisole down to open her right breast to the night air. His hand messaging it as it was soon joined by his lips on her nipple. Licking and sucking the nub.
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Morgan held her close Taking in the sent of her hair there bodies close together "looks like aside from our shopping tomorrow. I'm gonna be busy both with the ranch and helping to make sure that home is ready to move into. I don't think I can wait to be under the same roof as you whispers be Damned.

 

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Gretchen couldn't help but softly moan as she felt his fingers delve within her wetness, a subtle yet entirely willing arch with her hips into it. Needful. That indeed was a word that described her at this moment. When his lips found her nipple. Hands lace up somewhat into Marshall's hair, the slight feel of barely there nails tickling at his scalp.

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Ivy merely grins at Morgan. "..Looks like... I, can't really wait either.. just to have you beside me at night, all the time, every night..." It would seem she was hinting she'd be giving up her secret hooker ways, simply to let him make an honest woman out of her, in time.

 

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Marshall kept sucking her nipple. He worked his fingers faster building up a rythm. His calloused thumb finding her clit. Releasing her nipple he kissed her again then whispered her name in desire against her lips.

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Morgan kissed her "ivy I can't wait you accepted me with open arms. Despite my past. I want a future where we grow old together. I want to come home from working the ranch to see my children with you happy at there pa." He kissed her a deep loving hiss. Laying her on her back he loomed over her as the kiss deepened.

 

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Gretchen managed to unlace it fully and pull it from herself. That pesky camisole fluttering to the floor. As his thumb found her clit a loud gasping moan left her. "....please..." A willing sou d from her slightly bruised lips from all that kissing.

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Ivy looks up at Morgan, and closed her eyes as his lips found hers. A subtle press of Ivy's curves into Morgan's defined muscles. A deepen of the kiss had her lips seek to part, warm willing tongue toying with his.

 

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Gretchen managed to unlace it fully and pull it from herself. That pesky camisole fluttering to the floor. As his thumb found her clit a loud gasping moan left her. "....please..." A willing sou d from her slightly bruised lips from all that kissing.

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Ivy looks up at Morgan, and closed her eyes as his lips found hers. A subtle press of Ivy's curves into Morgan's defined muscles. A deepen of the kiss had her lips seek to part, warm willing tongue toying with his.

Marshal layed her down. Working his pants off he kissed her again. His cock lined up with her entrance. Rubbing the swollen head against her clit. He said "please what Gretchen?" The sheriff asked stroking her cheek.
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Morgan moaned into the kiss. His tongue meeting hers. His hands toyed with her dress. He moaned into her mouth. His hands caressed her sides. "Can I get you out of this dress?"

 

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It was at that moment Gretchen realised that perhaps the good Sheriff wanted two things. A woman who was good and wholesome in public and more flexible in between the sheets. He, oh, maybe he wanted her to try, that thing her friend had said one afternoon they'd been talking. Talking a little .. dirty. There was a purse of her soft lush, if slightly bruised from kissing lips. Those eyes locked with Marshell's own.

"...Marshell..." There was a rub of her cheek against that hand. Before she turned a little and sucked one of those rougher calloused fingers into her mouth. Even as perhaps Gretchen blushed a little about what she was going to say. A lick, of her tongue up and over that finger. Gods, the way I'm doing this, she thought, he's maybe going to get ideas!

"..I ... want ... your cock ... inside .. my pussy..." Gretchen said each word in between little licks of her tongue, over that fingertip. The blush that flamed up those cheeks, if cutely, felt as warm as the tip of his cock had rubbed against her there. It made her wonder, if only for the sparse seconds in between if it would feel as good inside her. Right where she wanted it.

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They were dressed. Still. Ivy dimly remembered there was a reason behind staying dressed. Or she had an inkling of an idea, there'd had been an idea! It was all somewhat hazy now under the building passion between her and Morgan in this bed. Yes, they'd fucked liked bunnies when she'd been at work.

But here and now it was them, properly, in a bed she wanted to crawl into with him as his legal wife! Given this was to be their house. Home. A place for...

Ivy's thoughts derailed on all that might come to pass in the future, staring up into Morgan's eyes. "..yes, but we're also getting you undressed..." As rather gleefully her fingers started in on the buttons to his shirt. Seeking to undo them one by one. "...we're suddenly, wearing too many clothes."

 

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Marshall watched as those sweet slightly bruised lips glided over his finger. Her tongue flicking the caloused skin. it caused his cock to twtich and a moan to leave his breath. THis woman was going to drive him crazy. He pictured her lips around something else but there would be time for stuff like that another night. Tonight was about there shared pleasure not just his own.

HEaring his name from her lips like that the desire evident made his nostrils flare. He wanted this woman wanted to hold her wanted to bed her. Wanted her to fill the whole in his life since his late wife passed. He thought he couldnt desire another but Gretchen was building that desire.

When she begged him for his cock. He removed his finger only to kiss her again as he slid forward cock pressing into her pussy. Slowly each inch till he was balls deep in her heat. "Fuck so tight."

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Hearing her comment on how they where wearing too many clothes. He watched her hands work on his buttons more and more of his slightly haired tanned chiseled chest became barred before her. The bullet holes and scares shes seen from his criminal past standing out against the rest of his complexion.

His eyes watched hers "I love you Ivy." Telling the woman who wanted a honest life with him those three sacred words probably for the first time.

Shrugging his shoulders to help her remove his shirt his own undid the ties of her dress loosening it. He slid it down off one shoulder baring her shoulder blade. His lips peppered it with featherlight kisses.

 

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Gretchen didn't realise how crazy with want she made him, until perhaps he was pressing himself inside her and she couldn't help but moan against his mouth on hers, it perhaps carried far further than either might expect. Right now, she wasn't so much caring if that daughter realised things were happening. As he told her how tight she felt, Gretchen inwardly agreed, even as their lips parted from that kiss.

She felt how he stretched her in ways she hadn't felt since, really her husband. Or, that's what her mind supplied. Skipping past the Morgan roll in the fields! And sliding home to the idea of how she'd now finally found someone more on her level.

Someone who wanted that same perhaps simple existence. A good, husband? A good, marriage? A good, .... oh...

Inner thoughts derailed as she wrapped arms around him and Marshall felt the light graze of Gretchen's nails, needfully down that muscled back. Leaving a set of pale red marks there. A kiss to his shoulder, his neck, and then a murmuring... "...Marshall... ....harder..." Yes, she might have been tight, oh-so-tight, and wet and warm and something a man could lose himself in. But, right then, Gretchen didn't want to think... she wanted to feel.

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Ivy got that gooey-eyed-adorable look on her face as Morgan said those words to her. A smile, which lit up those eyes on his own. With his shirt gone and his lips kissing her shoulder, then collarbone. Ivy ran her hands up into his hair slowly, teasing nails against his scalp.

"..Morgan..still too many clothes." A hint of lusty cheek to that tone.

Even as Ivy's hands moved from within his hair to undoing his buttons one by one on those pants. Then one slides inside and she deliberately teases fingers through that hair above his cock. Before sliding her palm over his budding hardening cock. A soft whimper of pleasure out of her, just from the feel of that which was in her hand.

"...maybe ... if I lift my ass you can slide down and pull my dress off, and those panties..." Of course, it'd put him then between her thighs, which she spread, with Ivy totally nude. Giving him again a delightful view of that hairless pussy, which those delicate folds looked slick and wet due to her arousal. Above there, a flat toned stomach, a bare midriff and two perfect breasts with pointed nipples.

 

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Marshall moaned her nails leaving a delicious trail of lsight burning pain. A sign of her desire. "Gretchen you feel amazing.

Hearing her beg him to take her harder made him smile.

His hips worked harder. His entire length pulling out aside from the bulbous head before he slammed his hips back forward his cock hitting that bundle of nerves that would send fire down her spine.

Marshall meanwhile groaned in pleasure. The bed creaked from the way he took her. He kissed her watching her face for signs of pleasure.

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Morgan moaned as his soon to be wife played with his tuft of hair before her hand found his growing length.

Hearing her he smiled pulling her dress the rest of the way off. Her breasts exposed first before he worked her panties off to reveal her naked pussy.

Getting between her thighs. His rough caloused hands gripped her flesh of her thighs.

His tongue found he labia first working patterns of alternating speeds around her outer pussy lips. He looked up at her watching for how she was feeling.

 

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Gretchen's hand came to rest above the small of Marshall's back. Right above an ass, her bestie had already remarked on one night past in their lives. At his words, a shiver of pleasure through Gretchen, a part of those lips as she made a soft sweet little moan, and those eyelashes fluttered for a moment. Right as his bulbous head impacted that sweet spot within her.

A dig of her heels into the bed, and an arch of her back enough to slightly lift even Marshall's strong form. That bed began creaking louder, and faster. As Gretchen spurred him on, "..gods yes, Marshall, fuck me..."

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It travelled enough to have Emily laying there in bed listening lightly to the sounds of all that sex. Something she thought romantic. Her friends had to be lying when they said sometimes it was uncomfortable!

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Ivy watched Morgan strip her off, a grin over those lush pale red lips. As he settled between her thighs, she made a girlish sound of enjoyment. Ivy, loved sex, if it was with someone enough to push all her buttons. As Morgan used his tongue to lick and tease, he'd find a hand slide into his hair and softly grip it at times. As he'd hear, none to soft moans echoing from Ivy. "Oh, Morgan, yes... use it like that.. now taste me a little ...."

She perhaps made it through that to curling experience before he got. "...I really want you to fuck me... fuck me... like we're a day away from marrying and we couldn't bare to be apart." Never mind Ivy planned that every single night would be like this for them. Morgan, right here with her. Morgan waking up beside her. Ultimately, Morgan taking her last name and fading away from being able to be found.