It was a Sunday afternoon, the one day mom and I had time to relax during the week. We lay in Mom’s bed fondling each other. I had my hand between h...r legs, caressing her as she played with my cock. “Ray, do you think you could do it with me. You know, do what we said we should never do?”“Mom, are you saying we can fu...?”Mom put a finger to my lips, “Shush. Never say that to a woman you want to have sex with, “Always say ‘I want to make love to you.’ Let that be a lesson to you.“I do, Mom. I. Dixie was not one much to taking to such foolishness but she noticed the rider Butch was one of those loose and devil-may-care range riders who treated life like a book opening up for their enjoyment. She did her best to knock off some of the dust from the dirty fence raising job and smiled like an idiot girl waiting to be invited to the dance."So this is the new sheriff?" mused the tow-haired youth.He was sitting with one leg pulled up across the saddle like he needed some rest for his hip and. My favorite was the tried and true Cowgirl. Ginger gave me a long slow fuck while riding my cock. The look of ecstasy on her face, the glistening sweat across her body, her fiery red hair a tangled mess, and those emerald green eyes staring into my soul. The memory still gives me chills thirty-five years later.Ginger and I slept until an angry Tommy woke us from our naked embrace, slumber.“What the fuck dude, bro code, we don’t steal each other's girls,” yelled Tommy.“Dude, don’t even go there. I didn't move till I had to get dressed which I did. I wore baggy khaki pants with a blue collared shirt with blue shoes.I grabbed my bag, walked outside which was little lit ,And walked to the bush by my window. I didn't see anything at first but looked closer to see prints of what looked like dog feet but bigger than a dog. And there was only two prints then it faded into the grass. I looked around and saw nothing but I knew something was watching him but couldn't tell what it was. I shrugged.