Wendy and I had never done anything at her house other than riding quads in the woods or maybe watching TV or sharing lunch. We certainly had never do...e anything worthy of a teenaged girl getting this embarrassed over. I pushed her some more and eventually Gracie told me the most amazing story that I had never been a part of. By the time she finished telling me what, apparently, Wendy had told her, all I could do was float there in the water with my mouth hanging open. I was dumbstruck. I would. It’s important! For your daughter.Then get across to the stables and tell them to get my horse – I’m Cavendish Young – ready. Tell them Jeb Clinton wants his horse ready too, and a third one. If they ask questions, bluff it. Whatever you want, but be ready with three horses!”She looked at the little gun.“Trust me, if you shoot him, you’ll wish you hadn’t. It will rip him open like a rotten squash. It will also make quite a noise! Make sure he does what he’s told.” She nodded. “Arhhh Arhhh. Yes.. I can almost guarantee you that John isn't innocent." You don't know that," Elaine returned with unintended anger in her voice."Don't be naive Elaine. Do you really think John stays on the road for weeks at a time without something going on?" Yes." Elaine, I didn't raise a fool. You know better than that." She looked at her daughter and sighed in frustration. "Just answer me one question. Is he ready for sex when he gets home?"Elaine opened her mouth to answer and then paused. "Well... now that. As he's lying on the couch, I get on top of him, with my legs at both his sides and my dick, still covered in my boxers, right above his face. A wet spot marks my glans. I gradually lower myself until my balls are touching his lips through the fabric of my underwear. "Hmm," Milan says and licks them. "Blehh, not really. Too clothy."I laugh and quickly pull my boxers down, which was a good idea in my head, but as my legs were spread, I couldn't pull them down. Instead, I tumble over, causing.