”“What is it?” she wondered and started applying the lip balm again.I wasn’t sure myself, but tried to explain my feelings to her the best I c...uld: “I... don’t know. I just wasn’t ready. Not yet.”“Oh?” mom said, pursing her lips. “It’s all right. I can keep on going as long as need be.”“I know, mom,” I said. I was achingly rock hard from the constant fluttering of lips on my shaft, that wasn’t the problem.I could feel my mother’s warm saliva dribbling down the underside and then stopping to. " It hadn't yet registered with me that Charlene's accidents might not be all that accidental. She however, was attempting to come clean. "You're right," she agreed with James, "It didn't stay that way. My father was out of town or I wouldn't have dared do this - I laid out by the pool in a really skimpy bikini. And then, after my neighbor's wife went to work - not much sun left anyway - I went to my room and pretended to read some magazines, only I didn't change out of the bikini, least. Can I have water instead? And before you even joke about me turning down alcohol – I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’d rather not make an arse of myself by being drunk… again.” “No need to get defensive,” he chuckled as he passed her a bottle of water. “So do you want the guided tour?” “Sure why not.” Jesse led her around the small apartment, unlike hers’ it wasn’t split over two floors since it was only big enough for two people. The kitchen and living area was one room and the bathroom. This gave Hudson time to escape by the time we got to the door. We had no idea where he was headed, but we were sure that it was in a damned big hurry.We went back into the saloon, and I gave the swamper two-bits to fetch the undertaker. Meanwhile, Abi and I went through the pockets of the two dead men. We found little of value until we came to their money belts. Each one was carrying more than $100, and we confiscated that.A few minutes later, the swamper came back with the undertaker, and we.