In the middle of all the cleaning and cooking and stuff, i was pondering whether a message to my lady would be the right thing to do or not, when lo a...d behold i saw her whatsapp, we exchanged small talk about her trip, the function and likes. Then i cut to the chase and i asked her ” when are you coming back”. To which she replied “Sunday afternoon”. Hearing this i was sad and i sent a sad smiley, she dint reply anything. In the night before i was about to doze off i heard my phone go off, she. "Say, is there any chance that I could use your bathroom Mrs. Henderson?" Uh... well I... I'm not sure, my toilet's in the hall isn't working and the only other one is in my bedroom and..." Oh please Mrs. Henderson I really have to go, I won't touch anything, I promise." Oh jeeze, oh jeeze, well if..." Please ma'am, I really have to go." I stood on the porch crossing my legs and waiting for her decision.She opened the door and pointed down the hallway. "Sorry but the bedroom is quite a mess.". “What are my options?” I asked. “What do you mean?” “Tell me all the ways you’re willing to make me cum,” I said, keeping eye contact with her. “Well,” she began, kissing my cock again, her hand gently stroking the shaft, “I’ll bend over again and you can fuck me…and this time you’re allowed to cum inside me.” She smiled. “But I think that might make me cum too and I’d like this to be more about you so, I can suck you, like this,” she sucked my cock deep into her mouth again. “Or I can jack. If we can ever get some cows growing down here, we’ll help Spotted Owl and his folks a lot more. If we ever run upon some horses, whoever owns them better be ready to do some horse tradin’ too, cause we’re gonna get them Chickasaws some horses, one way or another.”“I reckon it is hard on both of y’all, both bein part Indian like you are. It’s hard for me to see the hurt in them Indians’ eyes too as they talk about what all’s happened to them. Just like them Osages we run into up there, just.