The purple cloth molded to her knuckles. Her jeans slipped off and fell down to her ankles, exposing her lush thighs.I grinned at how hot my mother wa.... I groaned, aching for us to go further than this but masturbating before each other was hot. We stared at each other, the peach jam simmering on the stove. I licked my lips, my hand squeezing my breast through my top. My nipples throbbed, rubbing against the fabric of my t-shirt.“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Ooh, I’m going to cum, Mom.”“Yeah,”. Then I moved back up again from feet to her vagina and started eating her vagina over her pantie, she withered like a leaf as if a snake then I smelled her pussy, it was a heavenly smell, different but better than the chocolate and vanilla, I removed her pantie and threw it aside as I started to eat her pussy, she arched back in pleasure, and was moaning,” basha, basha you are so good, so good…Aah….Uhhh…Aahhhh..Umm” and pushing my head in her pussy, I was tongue fucking her and pressing her ass. The knock on the door came as a shock, he was sitting in the chair towards the back of the room as I started to walk to the door dressed as before and with my dressing gown tied, loosely I opened the door and the same young boy stood blushing in the corridor, I invited him in because with coffee they have to pour it, I stood the other side of the coffee table and bent down to move some magazines off the table to make room for the tray, I was aware that my dressing gown top had fallen open and. I was to find out!The bandits went through their usual routine of blocking the road and getting into their firing positions, but I did note that the bandits did a better job than usual in protecting their backs with rocks or small hillocks. I had to wait until they rose to shoot at the stagecoach before I could get in a good shot at them. I suspected that something was different, but I could not figure out what it was.The stagecoach arrived and the shooting started. I had made three shots with.