Maybe she was just scared of being lonely. Maybe it was just that she didn't want to have another failed relationship on her record. Maybe... Well. It...s tough letting go, but this weekend was hers. She needed some pampering, but didn't want to unload on her friends. Not all of it anyway. Soak it out, then sort it out.She watched the sunset going on in the sky, the horizon hidden behind the almost mountains she was in. The golden steaks in the clouds told her that that someone was having a. I had taken them homeand secretly washed them. I took off my clothes and put them on. Panties...! They felt sogood on me. They looked so good! No fly in front: these were *girl's*clothes. I loved girl's clothes, and the panties were the first pieceof girl's clothes I had ever owned. I ran my hands over them. I ranmy hands over the front, where there was no fly. I felt my littledick, captured inside the panties. It wasn't very big, but for aneleven year old boy, it was okay. I lay. I went back to her bedroom and I could hear a mans voice. The door was open and I looked in. My mom was on her back naked and a man was in between her legs eating her out. My mom was having sex and I was watching her. She had her legs draped over his shoulders and his face was buried in her pussy. His arms were hooked over her legs and he was holding her pussy lips wide open as he licked her juices. He came up for some air and our eyes made contact. I froze in place but he didn't say anything. 32. She drew it from the holster and carefully aimed it by holding it in a dueler's fashion. I didn't say anything; I just let her shoot. She shot all four shots (it was a five-shooter) in the general vicinity of the cans, but didn't hit any. I had her try the same thing with the .38 and she had the same results, but I was happy that she did not have any trouble with the recoil.I then decided to show off. I stood facing the cans. I drew quickly and proceeded to blast five cans, one right after.