I helped her unload her shopping into her kitchen."Where's Alan?" I asked.Marjorie glanced at the kitchen clock."He's probably at the station. He was ...oing to the library and then to the station."Alan commutes by train. I assumed he was buying a ticket or something."Does your mother need her shopping urgently?" Marjorie asked."I'm not sure. Perhaps." Please take it to her and then come back for a coffee in about half an hour. Please?" Of course."+++As I reached my front door I could see Alan's. " You also got to be the guy who got all the benefit from it or did you forget that part?" Yeah, but is it worth the price I have to pay sitting there watching and seething as you let asshole after asshole take liberties with you? I don't think so. No more Kathy, no more" and I stomped off to bed.Things were a little chilly around the house for about a week and then on a Saturday I woke up to Kathy sucking on my cock. When I was fully awake Kathy said:"I'm sorry baby, please forgive me, I'm. Martha took pity on him and made him a strap to go over his shoulder to hold up the heavy gun and holster. Running Bear fairly beamed with pride when he was finally able to wear his new pistol without nearly losing it around his ankles.Martha outfitted Running Bear in White man's clothes to keep him from attracting adverse attention from some of the galoots they met. Brown Horse was big enough to take care of himself and could wear anything the wanted to, but Running Bear was still short enough. “Damn you’re good!” you say and my eyes respond on my behalf by telling you that this is merely the beginning. “Let’s go home and eat.” I tell you, and I’m already gathering our belongings as quickly as I can manage. We look back on the flattened patch of grass as we walk away. By the time we get home, the juices from my recent orgasm have started to drip down my thighs. The thought of my soaked knickers and my accidental encounter with my exhibitionistic side makes me shake with new desire as.