There was an old rambling shack called the Mooney Hotel, at an angle across the street from the town’s corral. A full-length porch stretched from on... side to the other, across the full length of the hotel. Two old timers were seated side-by-side on some old cane-bottom chairs decorating the front of Mooney’s. One old timer, scruffy looking with a grey tobacco-stained beard and moustache, leaned forward long enough to squirt a stream of brown tobacco juice with a dead eyed aim at a brown. "Rob I..." "Shhhhhhhhh, babe," he said, pressing a finger to my lips. "You can tell me the details later." I closed my eyes as he spread my thighs and slowly kissed and licked my tender hairless pussy. "Your pussy looks like it had a good work out. And judging by what I see, I would say it has seen at least one big black cock maybe two." I moaned as his tongue pushed into me. I writhed on the bed as he worked in and over my pussy with his lips and tongue. He started slowly flicking his tongue. I said sure as I always had a bit of a crush on Jen. Then Jen asked if I could help tomorrow. I had already made plans for Joe to come over to my place since my wife was going to visit her sister and be gone until Sunday. Before I could answer my wife said sure he would love to help. Jen told me that she would have Joe help us. My plans for seeing Joe was going to happen but not the sex I was hoping for since Jen would be there.I arrived at Jen’s about 9:30 am and the late May temperature was. Neither my son nor my stepson figures into this story so you don’t need to know about them.My daughter, Kara is better known as Shortstack. She got that nickname because one morning when she was just starting to eat solid food, I made some pancakes and put them on the table. She climbed up into the chair in front of the pancakes, got a fork and tried to start eating them. The picture of this is one of my favorites. Anyway, Kara is the reason for this story so let me tell you about her.She just.