."Her words faded away as her finger lightly touched the base of my groin, before I moved her entire hand on top of it, causing her hand to encircle a...ound it.Mom didn't say a word as her hand, on its own, gradually went up and down my shaft, causing me to moan softly, "Oh, Mom..." It's so big," Mom faintly said, as her hand more diligently stroked my pole.Now, I didn't say a word as I leisurely reached for her robe and calmly parted it open, until those marvelous breasts of hers popped out. Storm Who Walks told Bobby that the only chance he had to win the upcoming battle was to adopt Indian tactics of hit and run. The one maxim to keep uppermost in his mind was that if he had to choose between shooting a man or shooting his horse, Bobby should always shoot the horse. A Comanche without his horse was already half defeated, so killing the horses was his number one priority.Storm Who Walks drummed into Bobby that his pistol was not going to do him much good beyond 10 yards, any shot. "Oh, yes. Jake was definitely interested. I wondered how his pants could stand the strain.He said, "A trial run? Uh, how does Andrew feel about a trial run?"I said frankly, "Jake, you know that Andrew is pussy whipped. He admits it himself. He'll do anything I ask of him. Don't worry about Andrew. We just want to know how you feel."Jake is an experienced trial lawyer. One would think he has learned to react well under pressure. But in this case his cheeks were bright red and he had trouble. And Doug’s just about on the way to the unemployment line as well, only he doesn’t know it yet. He tried to talk me into giving him the job, but I know better now. So, Paul, what do you say? Whatever you want, you get.” Jaime couldn’t hold her silence anymore. She waved me to silence and said, “Hi Steve, this is Jaime, Paul’s attorney,” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. She continued, “Okay, here’s the deal. Double his salary, plus a thousand dollars a month for housing allowance, plus all his.