.. !"What about Link Morgan?" a male voice questioned, interrupting the young deputy's confused and trouble thoughts."Wh-What... ?" Mark asked, lookin... almost blankly up into the weather-lined face of ranch-owner, Frank Clifford."Chief Morgan! Are you planning that he'll ride with us, Mark?" Yes... yes... if he will," the deputy finally replied. "We'll co-lead the posse, Frank. No question but what Link's the most skilled hunter in the Valley, and I think we need his knowledge with us.". , well, let's just be generous and say that she had nothing in common with the wives of Lanny's friends.She had taught part time at a grade school in Utah. But she had not been able to find a good job since they had moved here and she was now working as a fulltime housewife. Very few of the wives in the community shared her interests and she could tell they were somewhat reluctant to have their husbands get to know her, even at the church they attended.Lanny had promised that they would move. You saw what happened.” “She’s not going back in there, she’s too traumatized,” said Peter authoritatively. “I’m going to take her back to my room so she can recover.” “She should come back to OUR room, not YOUR room,” I insisted, trying to grab my wife from his grasp. “Oh, it’s OK honey, I’ll come back to the room a little later. I feel safe with Peter. He did save me after all.” My semi-naked little wife was looking up at her hero with adoration and my ears burned with anger and shame.. It made her feel cheap, like some common whore - and was surprised she rather enjoyed the feeling. She was her son's slut, just as he had said. The proof to this statement was when she stole into her son's room, as she often did to wake him, and found him laying naked next to an equally naked Esmerelda. Tim was already awake and motioned for her to continue. Laura prayed the teenage girl would remain asleep as she bent over and took her son's cock within her mouth. It had a unfamiliar taste to.