If he wanted to face you to meet you outside."I had been in town for a few days and I knew the asshole who was messing with you. He was a rough custom...r and he had some friends that rode with him. So I figured I'd go out to make sure if by some miracle you outdrew him that nobody back-shoot you. Or to make sure he didn't shoot you in the knee and let you suffer for a while before he killed you. I had heard he done that to a couple of men. But that ain't what happened. Instead I saw two things. By god I did, I had the rest of my life to fuck this cunt under me! I started to pick up the pace and mom went right along with me. Soon she was bouncing her ass off the pillows to meet me more than halfway. I looked down and almost couldn't believe how taut her skin was around her asshole. I idly wondered if it hurt as much as it looked like it hurt. Not that giving my mother pain would have stopped me, if anything looking at my dick and her stretched asshole was spurring me on to greater. She didn't take the motorhome because she said it was too big for her to drive. When she got home she told me she was going to leave."Is he better in bed than you?" How the fuck should I know. I haven't been invited to watch." Would you like to watch?" What?" Sorry," she said. "Some men do." Gee," I said. "Are you some kind of expert?"She looked at me across the table for a second or two."Maybe." Are you a counselor or something?"That drew a warm smile, a friendly, comforting smile."No,” she. "Thank you, sir. We will be pleased to join you and the others," I told him. Two tables had been cleared on the far side of the room adjacent to the table where Colonel Williams and several other officers from General Sullivan's staff were seated, and we joined them there.The room, while quite large by local standards, was not well lit, depending as it did on candles on the tables and two chandlers with candles. When we had taken our seats at the two tables, the ladies decided that we needed.