We said our goodbyes, with promises to keep in touch, and headed out of town, following Sandy in her new GMC pickup. Since we don’t open until next ...aturday at The Sahara, we were planning to stay at her ranch until Monday, when we’re scheduled to meet with the group from Nashville, then fly back to Tennessee with them - to appear onstage live at The Grand Ol’ Opry that following Friday night. That’s going to cut it close, since we have to be back in Las Vegas for our first show at The Sahara. Its six hundred residents are some of the best around with a humble reputation to please.So, to Clark Fork I went looking for my mother. Last time I had been in town was when I was sixteen years old, almost ten years before, so the risk of someone recognizing me as the grandson of the Sorensen's was almost nil. At that time I was a young city boy who spent his summer holidays with his grandparents, now I was a man of twenty-six years who appeared to be forty.And considering that my features. During this entire time Jeremy was seldom without tightly pinned uphair. Every morning after his toilet, she would put his hair in tightwire bristle curlers. He had to wear his hair like that all day andnight covered with various colored hairnets. In the morning she wouldtake them out and start all over again. The only time she didn't pinhis hair up was when she had her friends over for a game or two ofbridge.It was during one of those interludes when the girls were coming over toplay. I kissed her, and held her face in my hands, as my dick rubbed up and down her lips, wetting it, working its way slowly into her tight pussy. We were making out passionately as my cock slowly eased its way in three-quarters of the way. I suddenly and forcefully pushed the rest of myself inside of her; completely overwhelming her senses as she lustfully grabbed my hips and locked her legs around me. Her pussy clenched my cock. "Mm, Yes, Jake, get your dick wet. God, I feel so dirty!" I roughly.