“Excuse me ..... ““Hello little lady, remember me”We had never voiced before so his deep melodic but strong baritone voice was so enticing. I ...ried to play cool, but it did not work!, I was embarrassed, excited, tongue tied“You blocked me"I felt embarrassed, I nodded!“Why?”“You know why?”He was so close to me, one arm around my shoulders, the other hand on my thigh! I did not push him away! Fuck to all intense and purposes, he was a stranger and his hand was on my thigh close to my pussy and I. The Ranger just needed to find out what it was."What's that woman still doing here?" Floyd Peterson, a gaunt man of some fifty years frowned. "Who's she talking to?" Don't know," Owen Fiddler was frowning as well. He was large with a lazy posture and small eyes. "Looks like a lawyer maybe. Good lookin' for a 'can, ain't she?" You're the sheriff," Floyd ignored Fiddler's foolish question. "Go find out. We don't need anyone poking around." I'll find out soon enough," Fiddler nodded, cutting into. I hunched over her so I could reach down and grab her tits. I squeezed once and then loosened up so I could brush my hands across her dangling nipples.I felt my cock twitch and knew I was too close to cumming. I stopped fucking her immediately. She started to bounce her ass against me so I grabbed it and pulled her away from me. I wasn't going to shoot my load. Not yet."Baby, why did you stop?" she asked as she turned around and got down on her knees."I did not want to cum yet. I am trying to. The next morning he was back again playing a good son. But my feeling for him started changing as I started visualising him fucking me. The idea of my own son hitting on me took my feelings of perversity to a new height and made me anxious to what will happen next. The more I think about it the more I enjoyed it rather loathing it.Since I am sure that Arun will come onto me that night too, I changed into something comfortable wearing a nightgown so that he would have access to 'my parts' of.