By the time she came up out of the basement, she was a wet mess, in more ways than one! She was 39 with a better body than she had had at 22 when she ...et her husband and father of their teenage son. Tim looked a lot like her husband. They both had that dark brown wavy hair, broad build and eyes that seemed to see everything and miss nothing. She smiled at that thought as she looked down at her shirt that now clung to her chest like a second skin. Hell, she could tell where even her areolas. His balls looked heavy and full of cum."I saw you," he breathed. "I'm sorry, I thought it would be okay. I've been watching the workers on the scaffolding, but there was no-one there today." And what? Jacking off to them? Dirty little fucker."He nodded. "I'm really sorry, mister. I never do THIS though, honest."I laughed. "Fuck, I'm not their boss or anything! Bet they've been stripped to the waist all summer. Fucking horny little peeping Tom, eh?" I smiled again. Couldn't help it.He grinned. "Wonder whats going on?" Virgil said to his brother."I guess we should take a look."There before the two men stood a number of towns folk talking and yelling as though they had nothing better to do with their day."What happened here?" Virgil asked.The man with a star pinned to his shirt said, "A bunch of cowb-boys came ridding into town and rode out again with two hostages." Yeah, one of them was our new schoolmarm." A voice called out from the back of the crowd."The other feller was a fancy. When my gf introduced me to her parents, you should see her mother’s face. I could see hate in her eyes, but her father was Ok. At least he didn’t show any facial emotions. As you know Russians drink a lot of Vodka and we started drinking slowly. After couple of rounds I started to feel comfortable and came back to my original self and started making all sexy comments and comments about life in general. Her farther kinda started to like me and he was also impressed by my drinking styles.We.