I slowly take off those rigid heels, admiring your plump toes, perfectly done in a dark red color. I stuff my nose deep between your feet, intoxicated...with their sweet, soapy, sweaty smell. I want you to step down on the bulge in my pants and feel how hard I get just playing with your feet. I whip my dripping cock out, dizzy with desire. I sit down and let you step on my dick with your warm, soft feet, pressing it hard against the cold floor. You put your weight on my aroused dick for an aching. He didn't believe me and got belligerent, so I had to shoot him. This attracted more people outside, but Janet and I were the only ones with our guns already drawn, so we didn't get much more than some cuss words thrown at us, including accusations of being "unfair." Now that was funny, but I didn't laugh at the time.The swamper was one of those who had come out, so I paid him a dollar to fetch the horses belonging to Texas Jim and Soulful Sam. I tied Texas Jim across his saddle and helped. “Sorry, Mom.”Seeing some old fabric in the back of the van, Liam cleaned his mother’s breasts from all the cum was on them. But she he did though, he felt how soft they were, and was thinking that if the man wasn’t watching, and seeing that his mother was out of it that she wouldn’t really notice, he would try and grab a feel of her breasts. But as his hand were inches away from his mother’s right breast, he hesitated, as he was in two minds about doing this.She was his mother after all, it was. " I don't threaten you, and you don't threaten me. It's simple. We can be friends without the ogre in the background." She nodded."Yes. That must be it."Millie brought my meal tray most evenings and would return half an hour later to collect the dirty dishes. At these times she started to linger and we talked. Gradually the whole of her married history was revealed and I grew angry at the way her husband treated her. He was one of those men who believed that a wife was a chattel that he owned.