“Talk to me, Abby.”“I’m not jealous.”“I know a jealous girl when I see one,” he claims, startling her. “You have no reason to be jealo...s of your friend.”“Then why did you stop?” she asks sullenly. He immediately understands. Mat reaches for Abby’s thighs and picks her up, turning around and setting her on the counter.“Because it isn’t Christmas yet,” he says, standing between her legs. Her brows pull together. “Kate has nothing to do with this. Remember what I said earlier about delayed. I noticed his dick starting to grow and reached up to stroke it. He released my dick and said to suck it. I opened my mouth and put his dick in my mouth. Trying not to let my teeth drag on it I moved my head down on it. Trying to copy him I ran my tongue over the piss slit and around the tip. Mr. Smith pushed his tongue against my hole and licked it in a circular motion. Moaning I bobbed my head on his dick as it grew and filled my mouth. When he was hard, I stroked him and sucked the head. My. His widow, Rose, decided to hold onto the store but sold their acreage after having an apartment constructed in the back loft area of the large, barn like structure which housed the store. Rose was in her late forties at the time, fairly large bodied but not obese, thick thru the waist with large hips and absolutely ponderous tits. Contrary to the styles at the time, she generally wore her hair down rather than "big." Most of the time she was dressed in jeans and either a sweatshirt or western. “I’d be dead, right?”“Depends on where ya got bit,” he said, lit a joint, and shook out the match.After a generous draw, he stretched away the day and handed the joint to me. “Here, free your mind,” he said and moved into the cabin. “I brought out cigars, dried fruit, and such. Thought you could use a good belt,” he offered and pointed to a nicely prepared table covered with a frizzed cloth, a fat candle at its middle, and two shot glasses.“It’s pretty strong stuff; hope you got the gut for.