Fortunately, I had some napkins in my drawer if she needed them, but there's was no mess to clean up.She got up and I put my pants back on. We made o...t for a little bit and I could taste my come in her mouth."Well, I guess I better get ready for my appointment. Maybe after work, we can grab a bite and discuss the trip." That sounds good, I'll be ready around 6:00."Six o'clock came, and Jan came into my office and stood in the doorway again, with that shit-eatin' grin on and said, "Well, it's. John asked the younger man standing before her."Not so loud Elizabeth, someone will hear you," replied thirty-eight-year-old Matthew Sinclair, fearing that someone amongst the eighty or so people at the party would hear his rather loud-voiced mother-in-law."Oh, don't be such a prude and answer the question," said the rather tipsy mature woman."You have been drinking, Elizabeth," was Matthew's next gambit in trying to change the subject."Of course I have been drinking, it is a party, now tell me. Her breasts, slightly pointed with raised nipples shone whitely in the reflected sunlight. She hooked her thumbs into the elasticated waist band of her panties and eased them over her hips and then stepped out of them.She stood with her feet surrounded by the conglomeration of clothing. Almost pure white, almost transparent, like fine bone china held up to the light. It was possible to see the veins under her skin, pronounced in her breasts. She was only an average size, thirty four perhaps,. He found a Derringer stuffed into a boot, so Cletus took it and stuffed it into his boot; you never knew, one day he might need a hide-out gun.That evening, after supper, Cletus fiddled with his carbine scabbard until he found a way to hang it from the front of his saddle. One of the Mormons was a leatherworker, so Cletus paid him $1 to put some straps on his saddle so that he could mount the scabbard. It was placed just ahead of the saddle frame beyond Cletus' right knee with the butt sticking.