Either the place was lawless or the people were good folk. "Let's get a drink."She nodded and we pulled up at the town's inn, tied up the horses, and ...ent inside. We found the usual things expected in an inn and went to the bar together. I ordered whiskey with a beer chaser and Miranda asked for the same. The bartender started to say something about only serving whores. He didn't quite finish when Miranda grabbed him by the hair and pulled him half way over the bar. She slammed his head into. “Tommy...” I moaned when I felt his hand underneath my dress again. “I want you, babe,” he whispered while he nipped at my neck. “All those naughty things you said you’d do to me last night made my cock stand in attention all night and day long,” he admitted and just to prove his point he pressed his bare cock against my bared ass and pussy. I didn’t realized he removed his pants while I was busy grabbing us our drinks. He started rubbing it against me until it made my pussy wet, my juice. "Should I know you?" she asked. Her chin lifted as she tried to place me. "Angela is my mother," she added.It took me a moment to see it. Her cheeks were wider, and her hair was a shade darker, but she was nearly a twin to the woman I had imagined. There was no way that the Angela I knew was her mother, because they were both in their mid-thirties. I remembered how Angela's stark beauty had turned to radiance when she smiled, and I could see the same beauty in this woman. It made me. "Are you ready to admit you are not much of a man, Jaime?" I asked as hewashed away the shaving cream."Um, I, um, I guess, yes," he said, nervously considering my question ashe washed away shaving cream and tried to ignore his erection. "Yes,yes, okay, I can see why you think so," he added."Oh no, sissy boi," I laughed. "It's not an opinion. It is a fact. Youare not a man and never have been a man, Jaime. Just accept it and youwill be happier."He had washed away most of the shaving cream.