His arms encircled me, hands ending up on my sweater covered breasts. He kissed my neck, ears and mouthed several superlatives about the way I looked....All the while I felt his cock throbbing against my ass."Let me head upstairs and clean up and I'll be right down," I said, but he had different ideas. He reached down and lifted my skirt, rubbing his dick first along the back of my thighs just above my stocking tops before reaching up to the waistband of my panties and slipping them down my legs. I don’t know who it is, but I need your help. Bam, please. Don’t leave me alone.’ She ran toward me and buried herself into my chest. I couldn’t resist, I finished my drink, dropped the glass on the nearby table and held her close. She was small and soft, smelling of fresh lilac and honey. My head was swimming from the booze and her sweet perfume. ‘Oh, Bam,’ she pleaded. ‘Please stay with me, if only for tonight.’ My hands moved across her body and down toward her ass. I grabbed it firmly with. Older yes, certainly, but with that air of experience about her, a no-nonsense attitude and outlook on life. Gravity eventually catching up to her of course, but it mattered not to her, nor to anyone else either, as it should. She had large droopy tits, "fun-bags" as she called them, with amazingly thick long nipples that she loved having them played with. Which Jack was currently doing at the moment, sitting next to her on the couch, casually enjoying a glass of wine, his hand at the moment. I don't think they should be left alone."It was a somber trip into town where Osborn made funeral arrangements. All 6 went to a restaurant for dinner (the kids hadn't eaten since the day before). As they were coming out of the restaurant, Sarah pulled on Osborn's arm and said, "That's him. That's the man what shot our folks. I recognize him an' his hoss."Bill said, "Let me handle this." and stepped into the street to confront the man riding an Appaloosa. "Pardon me, sir, but I need ta speak ta.