I move around in front of her and I stand with my gun pointed at her. She is so sexy. Long brown hair, milky white skin with no make-up. Full massive...mammaries unrestrained by a bra slightly exposed behind her silk house wrap. Her black spandex pants hugged every sexy curve of her baby phat bottom. My dick begins to swell. I now decide that this stop will be to take her milk and now give her my cock milk. I can see she is tired with her eyes closed. I stand silent as I think about the many. He asked me what lake I was going to I told him lake B.Everett Jordan lake he said that they were going to Fall Tar R Lake. Then another one of the guys came out of the gas station and seen his friend talking to me so he came over to talk to me too. They both asked me if I told my friends that I would be there for sure and I said I told them I would try and be there which was the truth so they both said that they would not be lookeding for me if I didn’t show up and I said that’s true. So they. She just needed to stay busy, someone to hold her hand at doctor’s appointments, and the assurance that her daughter would be there with her, until ... Until she wasn’t there anymore. The problem wasn’t the MS anymore. Not the big problem, anyway. There was another factor climbing into the background. More serious. Pancreatic failure. Chronic.She caught me in the office one day over her lunch hour. “Charlie, got a minute?”“Sure, hon, what’s up?”“I want to be at my daughter’s wedding.”“Oh. I. Government will not help them now because of some ancient treaty signed in our glory days by the cavalry. They are ours to push out. Too bad even they will know glass pearls are out, but a few dollars should push them to some warmer place. There has to be a desert somewhere for them where they can open their own casino, sell handmade pottery or whatever else those redskins do with their spare time. I don't care. This place is going to be a ski resort. Now it's a bit far to the north, no rival.