Only that there was a place to rub between a woman's legs.Her thoughts were interrupted by Becky. "We don't mind, Mamma," said her daughter. "We know ...J makes you happy. Why do you think we didn't mind sleeping under the wagon in the first place?"Bella's thoughts about her daughter found voice."When we get things arranged here we'll have to see what kind of men there are around these parts," she said."Why?" asked Becky."You need a husband," said her mother."No I don't!" said Becky. I declined the cash and told her it was my pleasure change her tire. She said can I buy you dinner in the next town and I said I do not want her to spend money on me. She gave a big smile and said what can I do for you. I was very reluctant to ask her, but it came out of my my mouth. I told her I love big bellies and that I would love to rub your tummy. She ask me why do you like fat bellies, most men hate fat women. I told her I love big belly grandmas type. She was quiet for a. The following day was a total contrast pouring rain so sat in my room reading, a knock at the door broke the silence “come in” it was Jake “I thought you might like a cup of tea” he was really a god looking lad in the day light and that Irish accent well now I know I like a younger man but he looked like he was only on solids, sitting on the bed he chatted away “this weather is unreal” I said Jake replied “ah bit it a wee bit of water will clear in a while” that was it I didn’t care if he was. She swirled her tongue all around her pussy and licked and laved that clit until it was standing up like a soldier. It made a target for a tongue and was getting hit for a bulls-eye each time. I wanted to do the same thing but I let Jean have first dibs on this lovely lady. My turn would come. During all of this, Karen had her hand wrapped round my hard cock and was slowly rubbing it up and down, up and down, sliding the covering over the head each time and then pulling it back again. .