"You don't have to hide this from me..." she stated, both disappointed at my reaction and excited by the possibilities. She curled her index finger un...er my 8" cock and tilted it up at her so that it and she were staring face-to-face. Don't ask me to say that I was shocked. I wasn't. My mom and I had talked about sexual and romantic issues many times before, and in many ways I felt like she was my big sis. Mom's only 12 1/2 years older than me. That's how old she was when she had me after being. ”“Just a few more years, huh? Well, I’d sure hate to see him not be a marshal anymore. He’s sure been a good one and hauled some bad folks away from this little river town in the past ten years or so, I’m here to tell you.”A tall man in dirty overalls spoke up after listening to their conversation. “I’ll tell you some folks he best be hauling from around here. Marshal or no marshal, we don’t like niggers in Tulsa!”“Mister, I don’t know who you are, but if you want to meet Marshal Crow. I was in heaven. My heels clacked on the hard wood floors as he led me to the parlor and put on The Night by Morphine. We slow danced for a little while before I took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. I guessed that his room was the one with the oldest books in it and a huge bed with blood red satin linens. We kissed for a long time before he undid the clasps of my dress at my shoulders and watched in awe as it slid down over my perfect DD breasts, dropping to the floor. He slowly. I liked that about her It was less intimidating. Oddly, I had never really looked upon her before, as girlfriend potential, maybe it was because of the age difference? But actually, she was really attractive, I now saw her from this new perspective. Her shoulder-length, mousy coloured hair was tinged with blond highlights and had a natural wave towards the ends. Constantly she would brush it behind one ear, and it made her look really sexy. Her perfume, she wore sparingly, and it complimented.