Then, “Really, Bill, isn’t Carolyn too old for you?” She’d been thinking of Barbara as her own age, which left her puzzled. Then she saw where...this was going.“Too young?” Bill was a little slower. “She is hardly jail bait. She’s a grad student, older than you are if she didn’t skip a grade or a year in college.”“Too old,” Keith explained.“Like twenty years too old,” Barbara said. Bill caught on.“Now, Keith. You’ve clearly been enjoying the stuffing.” Bill was understating it. Keith had disposed. .. her tits. I lifted the slip to see what kind of panties she had on. They were nylon and low cut. I ran my fingers into her butt crack and deep between her legs. She was so wet that she had soaked through the fabric. While I was feeling her up she was dropping my pants. She pulled my cock from my boxers and rubbed me slowly as we continued to kiss.I undid her bra strap and worked her breasts free. A beautiful woman in a slip and panties in the middle of the garage is something that. A welcome silence fell over the battlefield. I shouted, "I AM JOSH HUSTON! DO NOT SHOOT ME!" I waved my hat and stood up. Nobody fired from the house, so I figured that it was safe for me to venture toward the house. "I WILL BE THERE AS SOON AS I GET MY HORSE!" A shout from inside okayed that, so that was what I did.As I dismounted in front of the door, Widow Martin stepped out and said, "Thank goodness you showed up, Mr. Huston. We were running low on Henry ammunition, and would have been. It sounds like he might have already made some plans to have you whacked or something," she stated in all seriousness.With that out of the way, Cate proceeded to detail what had occurred last night. I knew Cate liked to talk about her theories concerning me, and I was glad she had this outlet. I was also sure that Cate would be discussing it with Becky soon as well."You know what this means, of course?" I asked, just to be sure they were aware of it. They both just looked at me. Hating to have.