The sun didn’t awaken me the next morning, thanks to the blanket I hung over that southeastern window. As a result, I slept in until nine. After doi...g my morning thing, I visited Clem at the barbershop for my shave, and to put out the word about opening a law office. I also asked Clem about Pen Smythe. As usual, Clem had all the pertinent information.“You mean ‘English Penny’? He’s quite a fella, comes in here about once a week for a trim. I hear tell he was a gunfighter and riverboat gambler. He respects me. That's all."This was obviously a tender subject. I decided maybe I was being too nosy. I changed the subject, took her to dinner, fended off another ardent suitor and she left.The next time I heard from her it was so she could tell me they'd set a date for the wedding. It was soon. And she wanted me to do her hair for the wedding.I met Roger, her intended, who was curious about why his fiancee wanted me to do her hair. I told him it was an old family tradition. He said that what. By attentive manipulation, he managed to get a considerable amount of her slippery pussy juice smeared onto his palm. Fingers wet and sticky, he wrapped them around his swollen cock and began to jack himself off.It was wildly different, because it wasn't just something he had to do, to relieve the pressure of his aching balls while he dreamed the impossible dream of fucking his mother. Her steamy, heaving cunt was reality, and he sucked blissfully upon the soft lips, sucked at the rich and. Then, suddenly Cathy's hips started to buck and her thighs clamped tightly around our hands as her orgasm rushed through her, letting out a high pitched squeal as months of sexual tension burst out of her, her climax sending her into a shuddering spiral of pleasure.Finally Cathy relaxed as her orgasm subsided; Vicky and I were able to remove our hands from between her legs, our hands coated in her pussy juices. We both reluctantly pulled away from her breasts and I revelled in the difference.