She pulled my hands away and whispered in my ear. “Not yet baby, you are still not allowed to touch yet.” She danced with everybody during the c...urse of the evening and around eleven o’clock I saw her chatting to Pat so I walked over to them. Pat shook my hand and kissed my bride on her cheek and asked Sara, “Are you still sure?” “Yes I am, positively sure.” Sara replied as Pat left us. “Sure about what baby?” I asked. “I can’t tell you baby, it’s your wedding surprise gift from me.” Sara. My attention was soon grabbed by the sound of two heavy doors slamming instead of one. Have we got ourselves some fine young pussy to play with tonight then boy? he grunted coming from round the back of his vehicle. Oh we got that fucking old slag back that likes it in the fucking ass have we as he said this he pulled her short skirt up round her waist exposing her smooth round ass and giving it a slap with his rough hand as Fiona continued bobbing her head up and down my cock. Whos with you?. ”I nodded to Rory’s expertise. He was the wagon master. At the livery, we caught Shaw as he was closing up.“Hello, Shaw!”“Mr. Paul? Hello. I’m sorry about your loss.”“Our loss?” I wasn’t sure if the word had gotten out.“Yes sir. I mean the death of Mr. Mick. He was a fine man.”“Thank you for that Shaw. We’d like to put up the mules for the night and have them brushed and fed,” I said, pausing for a long time. “Mick’s body is in the back. It’s wrapped up in canvas. If you have a canvas, I’d like. I briefly explained the theory of cut and paste to her. “Very interesting” was her reply, “But let’s get back to the picture itself. Why did you do that?” she inquired. “Well, uh, look, Mom… we’re both adults. I think I can talk to you frankly, can’t I?” I couldn’t believe I was about to tell my mother I wanted to fuck her. She nodded her head and I went on. “You know, when I was a kid, I used to fantasize alot about you.” “Most young boys do, you know,” she interjected. “Well, after awhile, it.