-----After we each had a few drinks, he called us a ride home. I was by no means shitfaced drunk, but watching me try and walk on four inch wedges was...a laugh. He escorted me to the back of the car and helped me in before pulling me onto his lap. I could feel a nice bulge under me, and I couldn't help but give a playful wiggle of my hips to tease him. He responded with a firm thrust as he grasped firmly at my hips, surprising me enough to bring a sharp moan from me that he took as leeway to. We rode into town and headed for the nearest saloon. Damn! We hit paydirt on our first try. There was Texas Jim Haskell, and he was worth $1,000. Standing next to him was Soulful Sam Wanamaker, and he was worth $750.The question was, how could we take these two down with so many of their friends around, especially since they were not likely to be fans of bounty hunters? I looked around, and the solution to our problem suddenly occurred to me. I had Janet go around the buildings and up the alley. I got myself together, dressed then showered. Man thinking to myself I never thought size mattered but was starting to think different. A couple hours went by when a knock on the door, I opened it to find Marcus,Denten's Dad he told me he was here to replace the bad faucet. Surprised at how fast he was I let him in, he went to the kitchen I again emptied the cabinet under the sink and he changed the faucet. He was cleaning up when I thanked him and asked him if he wanted something to drink, he. Little did he know that his mom was afraid of the exact same thing. So they both stayed mute as Debbie bottomed out on her son's hips with every inch of cock meat inside her red hot cunt. Both of them moaned loudly as Debbie started to ride harder and faster. Seeing his mom's giant boobs bounce as she rode him Danny could not help but reach up and grab, twist and pull them. This only made Debbie moan louder and ride him harder and harder. The bed was bouncing as the bedsprings screamed in.