If she wasn't someone really special, Emmett wouldn't have married her," Abigail said.For several moments they sat there silently—enjoying the peace...ul quiet— broken only by the sound of the crickets and the occasional cooing of the doves down near the Pecos River."Oh, Amos," Abigail said, "I still can't believe after all these years, our boy is coming home. As for Sarah, if he loves her so much, how can we not love her too?" she said."You're right," he chuckled, "My favorite part of his letter. "Right you are," she said."You are a specialist too?" I asked. "A contractor like me?" I am a consultant," she said with a laugh. "Actually a retired trauma nurse."The driver of the car, The Brit, spoke again, "Okay since you now know about Helen, here Helen." he said handing her a plastic bag. The bag contained a small .38 revolver like mine at home, but mine didn't have the scars where the serial number had been ground off it.Helen took it flipped the cylinder out very professionally. I. Fuck! That’s all it took. Like a fountain I unloaded on Ricardo’s face, not once, not twice, but three times in a row; my vaginal walls were contracting and begging to be stuffed. - Shit, I need to feel a dick inside me NOW fuckers! I couldn’t help but feel like a dirty slut; I was on a bed with my cousin’s husband under me with a face full of my sweet nectar and that’s not all. My cousin was in front of me with a hard dick full of cum just for me. I asked myself; why do I do this? Why do I. What the hell is it?”She lit up. “Pie crust. Store bought pie crust with some sugar and cinnamon on it. And butter.”Sheree ate hers gleefully. “Kinda like them things at the Mexican restaurant. Sopapillas. Kind of.”Delaney was obviously delighted with the response and ran to get us all another piece. She topped hers and Sheree’s with whipped cream and some chocolate syrup. She even turned up some chocolate sprinkles I didn’t know we had.After we finished, Delaney looked expectantly at Sheree..