The way she carried on with her, you'd think that she was her long-lost daughter. In a way, I believe that probably summed up Mom's feelings, because ... had never seen her quite so happy in a long time. Sasha certainly did her part, making sure that Mom's favorite flowers were delivered to her house before we arrived. Once we got there, she tended to Mom's every wish, waiting on her as if the roles were somehow reversed and Mom was the visitor, although "visitor" was a term which needn't apply.. Bullets sprayed every which way as wild shooting broke out on the street. Sean and Ezra dove for cover behind a watering trough before looking to see what was the cause of all the shooting. Two groups of cowboys were standing in the street with about 50 yards separating them. There were three men on one side and four on the other and they were blazing away at each other with their pistols.One of the main problems was that they were shooting without bothering to aim, first. At that distance, it. I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was, in the presence of a pretty redhead, willing to do anything she asked. “Kiss it! Like you did with my tits,” sShe said, spreading her legs, showing me her moist pussy lips. Tentatively, I leaned forward planting a kiss into the mass of hair I felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling me tight against her. My tongue snaked out of my mouth, tasting her, running the length of her slit, slithering into the crevasse of her pussy. She started rolling her. A queue forms, 5 perhaps 6 mostly middle age soul`s just one younger man who eyes me with a sexual leer, I shiver, it`s not all the cold. The bus arrives; I pay the driver glad to be out of the cold and clutch the ticket knowing it was important for my master; I slump into seat alone near the back. The older folks sit near the front, huddled together for companionship, yakking on about this and that, but leering man seeing me comes back, sits one seat in front on the opposite side and lazing.