While he was familiar with the smell of pussy, having eaten Melissa many times, this was different. This was sweeter, earthier. It was a smell that he...would never forget as long as he lived. With the panties still at his nose, he reached for his belt and hastily unbuckled it. The he pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles.Allison's eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched her son expose himself. She knew that she should leave... to think about what to do, but she couldn't draw. She carried the gun with her at all times in hopes of getting a shot at her father's murderers.Thus, when she rode into Colter City that morning, she knew what she had to do when she saw three of the murderers with 5 other men riding out of town. On the spur of the moment, she decided to follow the men, not knowing what she would do, but hoping to do something. She followed the men at a safe distance; that was easy, since the men made no effort to hide, nor did they look to see if they were. They reminded him of two erotic pillars of flesh, on which rested her panties covered bottom on one side while balancing this on the other side was her cunt's mound and belly. In the exact center of those voluptuous towers of flesh he could clearly see the outline of her two cunt's lips as they stretched the material of her panties. Then as though to give even more charm to the erotic sight, a strand of dark blond hair curled over the side of one thigh and around the elastic band of her. Ok, the three of you get together and lets get a photo for this historic evening. demanded Mike. The three of us looked like a million bucks where Mikes pants were slightly too short with white socks showing and a ties that was obviously too small with what looked like a mustard stain on it. He never was much for dressing up. Ok, before dinner starts we need to do shots! announced Mike. A couple of rounds of shots were inhaled as dinner was placed on the table. Its a good thing that Mike was.