“Calm down, you old queen,” hissed the 76 year-old. “You’re not the boss of me.”“Thank goodness,” giggled the friend. “Open up, Drink....��Jacqueline Littlejohn swallowed with relative ease.“Very good. You feel like oatmeal for breakfast,” inquired the mature, sepia-toned woman.“That’s fine. Apple cinnamon,” requested the fair-skinned Jacqueline.“Give me a few minutes. You mind seeing if Alene wants some too?”“Sure, daw-tah!”“Thanks, muh-vah!”The home chef went into the fridge and took out a gallon. I sensed that she was quite sensual in nature despite her youthful shyness and that she had a depth of emotions that welcomed my demanding dick into her secret places with a relish usually found in much older females.There was plenty of time on the trail for me to clean and oil my Colt sidearms in preparation for the almost certain confrontation in the wild western town just ahead of us. I knew we could not afford the loss of time it would take to skirt the town because the high hills ahead. So as not to attract any attention from my parents when I arrived home later I kept my school uniform on but in my haste to get to Gary's house I hadn't rolled the skirt down so the wind kept blowing my shortened version up to reveal my stocking tops and occasionally the back of my knickers. I tried to hold it down but it was a losing battle and at least three men on their way home got an eyeful of my sexy underwear. Even as Gary opened his front door a gust of wind blew my skirt up and gave. About 10 minutes later my mom got out of the tub and got dressed. She entered the living room and sat down on the love seat next to the couch. Good morning she smiled. Good morning I replied. My mom was not acting weird or anything. She totally thought she just sucked and fucked her husband. My plan had worked perfectly......that is.... until my father walked in 5 minutes later with his missing part. "Finally," he bitched "took the damn k** 20 minutes to find the damn part even when I had the.