I wanted someone to notice me but I was afraid of the attention.One day a woman came into the shop I worked at. she introduced herself as Jenny and as...ed me for help. She was so beautiful I couldn't stop looking at her. Of course I was all the more embarrassed when she asked me to show her to the erotic book section and asked me my opinions on several titles. Nobody knew I read those kinds of novels much less that the lesbian ones were my favorites. I could feel the heat rising in my face until. We moved slowly down the rutted lane, past the bodies of the three men who had attacked us at sundown. She kept her eyes up, straight ahead, as I noted my handiwork, my very efficient killing, no wasted motions or powder.My tired horse had finally gone lame, and I was trudging along afoot when she stopped her light wagon and offered me a ride to the next village. She was carrying a load of small kegs, whisky I assumed from the smell. She was a big-boned, long-legged woman wearing dark, heavy. Which brings up a point. I was watching National Geographic. They were showing some drawings found in caves from thousands of years ago. These drawings told a story. First drawing showed a village drawn in black and the other drawn in white. They were separated by a river. This symbolize a black tribe and a white tribe. Then they showed a drawing where some of the men from the black tribe were meeting some of the women from the white tribe while the white tribe men were out hunting. These were. As I looked at her, she began to laugh, and as I gathered my strength to scream at her, it slowly dawned on me that I had also heard the word 'cock'. In the middle of my sobbing, I too suddenly began to laugh. To laugh at my mistake, to laugh at the silly sight of the two of us sitting on the floor.We stood up, still giggling, and began to hug. Though I was wearing slacks, I could feel the wetness of Mom's pussy against my leg. My leg pulled back, instinctively, to hide the growing piece of.