”We made it back to a town. Dad took a job as a swamper at a saloon. It was all he could find. Gallison chopped wood and I worked at a waitress but ...t just barely gave us a living. We left when Dad lost his job defending a drunk customer from the owner’s son. His sister owned tthe diner so I lost my job, and Gallison ran out of work. We took what little we’d managed to scrape together, bought what gear and food we could, and left. We’re about out of food so we thought we’d hit the next town and. "Yes mistress." I replied in a soft moan.She wanked me harder, I started thrusting against her hand, my eyes closed, enjoying the sweet pleasure."That's enough sweetie." She said firmly, letting go of my cock.I looked at her with big sad eyes."I might touch it again later, if you're a good boy." She said even more firmly. "Now turn around and present your ass to me."I nervously turned around to give her access. She squeezed my ass cheeks, one in each hand, and spread them. I could feel her eyes. Initially Margret had on a pool robe over her bikini which she opened up in order to catch a tan.As we all sat talking and laughing I had the feeling that Margret was watching me through her sunglasses. As the afternoon progressed and the wine flowed freely I became more and more aware of some of Margret’s movements across from me. I noticed that each time she could be sure that no-one else was looking she would move in such a way as to openly invite me to look at her body. The first time she. She kept it uprubbing my clit and kissing my neck my hips started tomove to her fingers and within seconds my thick creamyjuices were leaking into my panties.Feeling weak-kneed washcloth still in hand I came in mypanties my creamy juices flowing into my panties. Assoon as I could support myself I dropped the cloth inthe sink and turned to her kissing her as deep andpassionately as I could. Once we broke the kiss shetoke my hand and lead me to the living room where shelaid me down one the couch..