. and again ... and again. Eventually he stopped and held himself firmly pressed against her butt. “I love ... you ... Mom,” he panted.“Oh ... h...ney.” The world came back into focus for Joyce. She panted too. “We ... should not have ... done that.” Her vagina contracted on his penis, trying to milk every last bit of his sperm.“Sorry, Mom.” Sam pulled out of her and stepped back.Joyce moved her panties back into place and stood up straight. She wiggled her hips to get her dress back in place, it. . there's bears and rattlesnakes in them thar hills and the boss asked me to stop bringing my pistol. Like I said ... sticking close enough to holler if I need it.Today I went south over the hill to the next valley. There's never been gold mining in that one so I meandered up the valley floor.I looked around a lot. Archaeologists suffer from the "grazing cow syndrome." We look at our feet and swing our heads side to side like cows looking for a delightful bit of grass, but we're really looking. She turned around with a cup of coffee in her hand and smiled at me "Coffee Sir?" she asked with a slight bow and an obviously fake English accent.I smiled back at her "Yes please m' lady" I replied.She laughed at my pathetic attempt at an English accent.I grinned and said. "You seemed to have gotten into the nudity thing pretty good?" This is the first time I have felt so at ease with the people I am around to even consider this, besides it feels so free it is great, and my tan lines are. She turned and walked back to the door. George had the impression that she was stomping, rather than walking, but since she had to lift her feet up so much to get through the snow, he really couldn't tell."George," she said in a firm voice, "we need to talk!" The hell we do," George muttered under his breath, at the same time he was nodding his head in the affirmative, not so much agreeing as surrendering to the inevitable.Linda reached the porch, and stepped up the three steps to the door,.