Margie was there when we came in the back door to the kitchen."Katie, you slut! How could you, and in the stable at that?" a very upset Margie demande... on seeing us. I noticed that she was washing her hands as we entered, and the front of her dress was very wrinkled."Oh, Margie! You really need to let Mark have your bum. It was a truly religious experience," Katie told her sister."You always think getting well fucked is a religious experience," Margie finished with a little giggle. "So do I. All the little things Ruth and I used to do together. ‘Listen, I don’t care anymore! I’ve had it with you, with you and this silly goddamned boat! I’m going to my sister’s, you do what you’ve always done, you do what you goddamned well want to, because I don’t give a flying fuck anymore…’ It sounded a lot like a one-way conversation to me. Mumbled evasions, a life of simple denial, perhaps. ‘Tell you what, Hank. I’ll have my lawyer call your lawyer. Maybe then you’ll say something…and maybe. My mom looked up at me and tried to get more cock in her mouth as encouragement.I pulled one of her legs up so she knew I wanted to eat her cunt in 69er she moved around so i could have a feast for breakfast. I jabbed my tongue into her cunt and it was very wet. I flicked her clit with my tongue in between. I thought I would be really cheeky and jammed one of my fingers up her cunt to make it wet then pushed it towards her ass and worked it in. She involuntary pushed back onto my finger given. And yes, pervert that I still was, I wanted to move forward naked. So I told her how I found the ranch, and about that first conversation with Jake. Then I told her what he was like, and how as far as I was concerned, he'd live on the ranch until he died."Frankie said there's a big, red barn?"My heart sank. She showed no signs of interest in anything except the mundane.I was in the middle of a disinterested description of the big, red barn when the door to her room swung open and Mom walked in.