I was not looking at her and nor responding. She also told, I know how much pain I am giving these days, I know can’t sleep, neither I can, but dear...we should not cross limit. I was still not talking.She stood up, came in front me, hold my face, her lips came down on my lips, my lips not responding just feeling hers. She jerked my head told what happened, and started sucking lips, and telling please please, My lips started responding. She got mad. Kissing me every where in face. My hands pulled. His hands were caressing my naked waist and back then over my ass covered by my swimsuit bottom. I pushed my body tighter to his and could feel his hard cock poking me through his swim trunks. I slid my hand down his back over his tight ass and around to his hard cock. I rubbed it and could feel it pulsating. I stepped back and slowly bent down running my tongue over his muscular chest then down his tight abdomen. I ran my mouth down over his swimsuit until I engulfed his cock in my lips. His. As he walked the streets of Marfa, the marshal noticed a young man sitting on the steps of the stage station. Don crossed to where the young man sat seemingly watching the world go by. As the marshal crossed the street he studied the newcomer. What he saw was a man of no more than 18 years of age. It was clear this young man was new to the West by derby hat he was wearing. A well-worn wool store bought pair of pants, a (what used to be) white cotton shirt and brown brogan shoes rounded out his. It wasn't just the closeness. To be honest, I missed the sex too. I was horny, and lonely and grumpy. Lying on the bed in my bra and panties, I heard a tap at the door."Come in."My Dad came through the door, "Oops, sorry. I didn't know you weren't dressed."I laughed, " I'm pretty sure you have seen me in less."He shifted uncomfortably, and said, "I know, but it's really not appropriate. You are a grown woman now."I just laughed at him, and said, "Dad, I might be 18, but I'm still in high.