" Dude, we are buds for life." He put his hand on my knee. "This won't change a fucking thing." Okay." I smiled, believing the look in his eyes. "Do y...u want to watch porn while I, you know, suck your dick?" I stammered a little, this was nothing like the sexually charged hookups in my past. This was something much deeper, and surprisingly more intimate. "I will watch it on my phone, if that's cool." He looked at me nervously. "I mean unless that offends you." Nah, I know you might need a. Just as we were about to leave, she mentioned that a towel bar in the bathroom of the master bedroom needed to be refitted. It had come off and she had no idea how to reinstall the thing. My mother left anyway and Mrs. Adkins took me to the bathroom with the troublesome towel bar. It was going to be an easy fix; only a small screwdriver to tighten it up was needed. But while I was in the bathroom, I could not take my eyes off of Mrs. Adkins' stockings that were hanging near the shower area.. They were easy to talk to and very friendly.We talked and chatted as they set it up for me. While we were waiting for it to program itself and find the satelite the conversation turned to partying and having fun. I told them I was single and enjoyed a good time as much as anyone could. I kept checking them both out and I'm sure they both noticed the way my eye's traveled over their young bodies!We talked about concerts, and getting drunk and high, and about some of the things we did while we. He decided she was the perfect woman, except that she wasn’t much use for knots. Any woman who could make such fine bourbon was perfect in his mind. It didn’t hurt that she was smart as a damned whip and pretty to boot. He freed himself easily and saddled his horse.The future Mrs. Caleb Walsh had a lesson coming.He found her tracks not a hundred yards from his stake, heading due west. He shook his head and chuckled. She hadn’t bothered to hide her trail and it couldn’t be more than an hour or.