When I was growing up, I thought of Tombstone and El Paso as being the West. “Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp. Brave, courageous, and bold...”But when I tr...veled across the country this summer, I discovered the real Old West was in Nebraska, the Dakotas, Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana. This is where cowboys head for the bar at night, driving a mud-caked Jeep Wrangler with a winch on the front to pull a tree out of the road after a flood. Or they might have done the job with a rope attached to their. “Do you like me licking your balls,” I ask as I run the tips of a finger and my thumb along his erection and blow on it.“I want to pleasure you, and really turn on our audience,” I whisper as I kneel behind him, reach between his legs and slowly slide my closed hand along the full length of his erection as I bite his arse cheeks in turn.“I think you are getting close for me,” I whisper as I bite even harder aware of the pleasure my audience have watching me.“I have something special for you,. I looked at the wedding day picture of myself and Mary, three yearsago, a beautiful Spring morning. It had been such a wonderful day,everything had gone like clockwork. Forty odd friends and family atHaringey registry office. Honeymoon after in Prague and Vienna. Twocities steeped in culture and history.Bekka made a whimper. I rolled out of bed and walked over to thebathroom. I took off the cotton nightdress, which I had gone to bed into save on wearing and having to wash one of my few nursing. I was so in love with Mom. No, I really mean that. I was in love, the romantic kind of love, with my mother. She was only twenty years my senior. She didn't look a day over thirty. I had heard many a man say that to Dad. Mom's girl friends always asked her how she stayed looking so young. Mom would laugh it off and tell them genes.The rest of the day, we just rolled around on the big king size bed. Kissing, touching, sucking, licking and loving. I just couldn't get enough of her and her of me..