>>12913066"BUCKS could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this ranch before. There could be BUCKS anywhere". The warm wind felt good against his bare member. "I HATE BUCKS" he thought. I Wish I Was In Dixie Land reverberated through the entire cottage, making it vibrate even as the cheap beer circulated through his powerful thick cockveins and stoked his (merited) arousal at the thought of bucks ready for the breaking. "On a buck, you can ride anywhere you want" he said to himself out loud.