.. Yes, I’m fine, I just screwed up. Keep advancing!” I hear the menu for the game on the TV. She lowers the controller to her side, and puts her...other hand on the back of my head, caressing my cheek, then my chin as I look up at her. “He has no idea. I really have to pee. Don’t stop!” She stares longingly in my eyes, and I know in that moment that I’m going to marry this girl. She lifts the controller back up, and I hear the menu close as I go back down to covering every inch with my tongue.. He looked down at his cock and he knew he could please her with it. It wasn't very big, but big enough, maybe 6 or 6 1/2 inches, and thick. He believed that it was the perfect size and shape for his mother, and he ached to feel it enter her forbidden depths. Helen's pussy lips were just prominent enough to stick out from her hairy mound, offering something like a gate to her pleasure core. And when she had something between them, they gripped almost like a fist,which had left all of her old. Her look caused the sudden and unreasonable anger that swelled in his chest and threatened to take over his mind to subside. Her innocence acted as a soothing balm on his soul and healed the hurt that caused his anger in the first place."Erik? What is wrong?"Her voice wavered as she hesitantly met his burning eyes. He frowned as he noticed that her lower lip trembled slightly. He closed his eyes, embarrassed by his irrational reaction and lowered his head. He shook his head and decided to try. Let me buy ya a drink ta show my appreciation."Normally, I would not drink the rotgut that was served in these frontier saloons, but I figured that one drink couldn't hurt me. I agreed and we went up to the bar. "Bartender, ifen ya please, we would each like a drink of yer good stuff. Ya know the one I mean."The bartender looked a little strange, then smiled, and reached under the bar for a bottle that was very dusty, but had the recognizable label of a Kentucky brand of bourbon. The dealer.