" What?" Don't call me 'man'." She looked down at her new body and said, "I thinkwe can both agree that there's nothing manly about me anymore." But y...u're still Cameron, right?" I asked. "You're still my buddy inthere."Then I heard the most frightening word that had been spoken all night."Maybe." Maybe?" Well I think so; but..." But what? What do you mean, BUT?"Cameron was getting incredibly antsy now, squirming in her seat andrubbing her thighs together. I might have thought she had to go. "Oh yes mummy." My son replied. "OK babe, come follow mummy." With that we slowly walked out of the lounge, we have slipped out of the lounge, and have gone from anyone's view, I and my randy young 18 year old son have slipped off to my bedroom.The rest of the house is quiet but for the faint soft sounds of two people getting close in the bedroom that is the only sound that can be heard, those two people are me and my horny 18 year old son, we are now standing facing each other by the double. You squeeze your hand again to check that you really are holding my breast in your hand... To check my mood you give my neck a big, slow, wet kiss... I moan sharply and instinctively push my hips back towards you... You breathe out happily and continue your wet, slow kisses... I keep moaning quietly as you continue your trail towards the back of my neck... You swirl your tongue in circles on my skin, and I get goose bumps all over... You chuckle quietly, taking pleasure in knowing you do this. If I shot him, that would only warn the rest of them before I could shoot at them.In a moment, though, I had an inspiration. The saloon was laid out so that the door to the jakes (outhouse) behind the saloon was directly opposite the bar, so if I ran around the building, I could come in that door and get the drop on the whole gang and have an equal shot at all of them.The bartender, Jeb Silas, got the message from the swamper and agreed to serve the gang while letting them keep their guns. As.