She was so strikingly beautiful, even in an old t-shirt and sweatpants. Her soft face so perfect and calming. Sam hadn’t turned any lights on, so th... glow from his monitor cast all sorts of shadows. Wherever the light could find her curves, it did. Even in those bulky clothes, there were plenty of curves to find.“Sam, I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you got home from school today. I just needed ... I needed a little break.” She clasped her hands in front of her. “We have to talk.”Sam’s shoulders. "Sharon moved her hands to her mother's panty-clad ass, grabbing her mother's buttocks, kneading them with her fingers. She used her mother's ass as leverage to keep her face buried against the soft, wet, warm mound."Jesus..." Kate whispered, grinding her crotch into her own child's face, "Sweet fucking Jesus."Sharon moved her hands again, grabbing her mother's panties by the waistband, and slowly she pulled it down her hips, off her mother's ass, down her legs.Kate stepped out of the panties. "I turned my attention to the Indian. "You comin?"He shook his head. Killing wasn't his job and I knew it. The Indian might kill to defend his own life but the cattle meant nothing to him. I headed southwest hoping to cut their trail. The redheaded cowboy rode along. I didn't bother to ask him why. He was obviously under orders from Ed.I was moving too slowly for the cowboy. "We never gonna catch them at this rate." We are never going to catch them if we ride these horses to death. Yours is. “Nevermind, don’t worry about it. I’ll just wait in the car. Thanks, Layla.”My heart skipped a beat. He was leaving. Do something for Pete’s sake!“Oh, you wanted to stay here till your wife returned?” I blurted out. I was about to mentally berate myself when Jacob turned.“No,” he chuckled. “I was going to ask you to climb in through the kitchen window and get my keys for me. I figured with your tiny frame you could get in.” He shook his head. “Nevermind, it would have been a weird request.”He.