A cold wind came up durin' the night, so we spent the next day rotatin' from one ta the next of the three saloons in town. Damned ifen I didn't switch...ta sasparilla afore too long. It wasn't so bad when I cooled it down, an' I was afeared of drinkin' too much beer. I didn't want it affectin' my judgement, but that sasparilla sent me ta the jakes nearly as often as that much beer would have.I'd been teachin' Sam ta play poker, an' I had admonished him not ta use his mind readin' skills ta give. She was looking forward to a new start in a new city. She forced a grin at this situation as the bartender passed by. She was not about to let this situation turn shitty.She had a dilemma. She was drunk. She was inexperienced. She knew how to handle her liquor, but she took another strong one.“From the gentlemen down there,” the bartender said.She looked back, shrugged, then right before the drink hit her tongue...“Hey. Um... Look, I'm going to cut the bullshit.”She tilted her head at the. I knew someone had come into the basement and the sound of their voices woke me up even though they were whispering. I was still with my aunt and uncles since my parents hadn't come back from their vacation without me. I heard a womans voice and it didnt belong to my aunt, I heard a male voice and it was my uncle so I slipped out of bed and quietly padded to the door turning the knob and easing it open as soundlessly as I could. There I could see the back of a womans head as she sat in front. The next time I pulled back, Jeannette raised her hips as I pushed into her, and we began to make love slowly and rhythmically.As our bodies moved in unison, her slick, silky tunnel gripped me tightly, massaging my shaft on each stroke. Our kisses alternated between soft and fierce, and her arms and legs tightened around me as we worked close to her release. Jeannette was, in my mind, about as close to perfect for a ‘random deflowering’ as I might find - a perfect Steve type who showed not a.