"May I help you?" a buxom forty five year old woman asked as he looked at a display of bras and panties." "Uh, yes," he replied. What size bra do yo... wear?" "40DD," she replied as if you asked her what day of the week it was. "Hmmmmmm," he hummed, "I think we should go back to the dressing room and have you model your bra for me, don't you!?!" "Of course, sir, follow me please," she said evenly. Once inside the small cubicle at the rear of the store, the woman calmly slipped off her. I saw my dad's once and his doesn't look like that, his looks like mine" he explained.I replied by explaining that everyone is different, he asked if he could touch it, i said yes. His hand reached over to my cock, he prodded it a few time, and then started to feel my foreskin. With his hand on my cock i started to feel like something was happening, i was aware of what sex was at this point, but i didn't have any idea that what we were doing was somehow, quite sexual. I thought that this was. Daya let out a soft moan. Tapu took note of her approval and pulled up the saya, exposing her silk panties. Daya turned at Tapu, with her pointed boobs now touching him.Tapu now lifted his mother into the kitchen slab, made a small gap in the panties, and put his fingers through it. Daya let out a bigger moan. Tapu slowly slid his dick in. Daya was getting hornier every moment, asking Tapu to ram her harder.Tapu lifted her again. This time with the dick in her and fucked in the air for a while. Then there wuz another shout from a different voice, "DON'T SHOOT! I SURRENDER! PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME!"I answered, "HOLD YER FIRE, BOYS! Y'ALL, ON THE WAGON, STAND UP WITH YER HANDS IN THE AIR!"A moment later, two men stood up with empty hands held high in the air. I sent John an' George ta collect the prisoners while the rest of us, all but Ezra, went down ta search the wagons fer anybody hidin' out. Ezra wuz happy ta be our cover man; he wuz right proud of what he could do with his shotgun.We.