Rod finally realized what had transpired in the room and began to back up, his eyes still looking into his mother's. Mrs. Wilson was talking quietly t... his mother, and to his surprise, she answered while taking her eyes from him. The two women cuddled comfortably as Rod finally left the house, running all the way to his school, not anxious to return home and stand guiltily before his mother. He spent the next several hours developing and examining the pictures he had taken.Chapter VHis mother. Amador. I ran into Mr. Mendoza twice out on the Camino Real a few months back and decided to come into town and ask him if he could help me. I really like this valley, and I’ve decided to buy some land here; but I need to look around some more to see exactly where. In the meantime, I want to buy mules, a wagon, and some supplies.”Mrs. Amador asked, “What kind of supplies are you thinking about?”I thought for a moment. “Well, if I have enough gold, besides animals, tack, and wagon; I’ll need. I asked Anita to get some supplies for herself. She refused, mainly because I knew she was out of money. This is the opportunity I was waiting for, I wanted to pamper her and get a leverage over her. I refused to take no for an answer and told her she was my guest and in absence of Bodan she was my responsibility (‘male chauvinist pig’? …oh get a life). I told her not to worry about money and consider it a gift from a ‘friend’ and all that crap. Being a village girl this was all new to her. She. I said well. She said well what? Did you I stuttered. She smiled and said maybe. I walked over to her and unfastened her skirt. She wiggled her hips a few times and it fell to the floor. Sure enough all she had on under it was a pair of sheer to the waist coffee colored pantyhose. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in the cotton crotch of her pantyhose. As I held her ass cheeks I licked the damp cotton. She cooed and asked if I wanted to hear how Tim stretched her poor pussy with his big.