Was I imagining things or was she rubbing herself? I just sat down without courage to do anything. After a while I noticed her squirming at her seat. ...he pulled her feet on the couch and started fanning her face with a magazine. I reached and put my hand on her shoulder. She pulled back like she was shocked by my hand."Mom are you alright?" I said with a confused look in face."It's no...nothing honey. I'm just a bit hot that's all." She moved farther away from me.We resumed watching the TV but. It was shaggy and curly and actually looked messy but beautiful.Traci dropped a bunch of cards on the floor and then squatted down to pick them up. I had a perfectly clear view between her legs at her lacy pink panty-covered crotch. When she bent over I had an almost equally nice view down her neckline and deep into her bra. As she moved I could occasionally see the dark areola around her nipples but not the nipples themselves. I was mesmerized by her body.When Traci stood back up she glanced. The old man was no novice, the sword found the sheath readily enough and it slid smoothly half way into the well oiled scabbard before with drawing to the engulfed bulb and then burying itself fully in the cunt of the finest piece it had known since my honeymoon with her mother. I was surprised at the tightness, then realized that it was experience and muscles that gripped my cock in this mature cunt. So much the better, I was not going to have to treat her like some innocent virgin, but she. ?I don't know how I let you talk me into this,? Emily pondered as they nearedthe ranch. What had once been a distant flight of fantasy was now becomingan immediate and increasingly uncomfortable reality. ?You'll love it!? said Beth with confidence. ?My sister Judith will show usa brilliantly good time.? The mountain air is always fresh and the sceneryis always beautiful and especially in the autumn. Bending a large, powerfulmount to one's will, is always a thrill. The common room of the ranch.