“Kiss ... kiss what?”“Your pussy,” Jimmy blurted. “Did Aunt Karen kiss your pussy, Mom?”“Jimmy, please...” Sarah couldn’t look up at...her son. All she could do was sit there trembling and blushing furiously, hands clasped tightly in her lap.Jimmy began to open his pants.Hearing the rustle of his clothing, Sarah peeked at him. She held her breath when she saw he was opening his pants, unzipping them. When they were open, he pushed them to his knees, and his cock lurched up, long and hard, with a. That attitude scared me a little bit. I was going to have to think about it, because I didn't want him to take the attitude that any strange Indian was automatically his to shoot. I would have a talk with him about it as we rode back to the wagons, but now I let him bask in the glory of his victory.We took the time to drag the Indians and their horses off the road to clear it for our wagons before continuing our scouting patrol. I held my peace until we were nearly back to the wagons, then I. ’At the top of the pebblecrete driveway, the front door opened and Maria saw a woman –considerably younger than Carlos it appeared, step out from the shadows of the portico. Tanned and well-dressed, Maria noticed immediately that she had kept herself in trim and was, if the truth be known, a fine looking lady. Considerably more up-market than her paunchy husband. With long dark hair swept-up and held in place by two clasps, the dark-blue dress hid little of its owner’s charms. Tastefully low. ‘We have to do it. I have to fuck you now, or I’m going to want to do it all night and be too damn distracted.’ His breath was hot and coming more quickly as he ground his hips against her full ass. She could feel the outline of his hard, warm cock through the dress she was wearing, and Lisa gently teased her own nipple as she pushed back against him.‘I need it too,’ she whimpered, as her son’s hand stole beneath the dressy floral party skirt to tease away the thin, sexy panties she wore.