The rumor was that Ringo was not available and he hoped that was true because he had a monstrous dislike of the boisterous badman with his flair for t...e gaudy and flamboyant accessories of frontier living.The streets were noticeably denuded of human movement with all citizens taking refuge behind locked doors until the fracas was ended one way or the other.The children were all safe in their beds and the church going residents decided to postpone their Sunday excursions until after the. ..it wouldn't be right!" Of course we hadn't done anything "right" for a while now but that was beside the point."Oh no Cindy?" He quickly shot back. With that, my uncle reached for the waistband of my white cotton panties and began to viciously pull! I tried to resist but then I heard a ripping sound and felt my panties tearing!"Oh, No Uncle Matt!" I gasped, "You've torn them! You've torn my panties!"Matt wasn't having any of my complaints right about then and he pushed me onto my back on the. I lie back on the bed dizzy with desire and he follows smoothly, so that we end up lying on the bed together, I on my back and he at my side still stroking my breasts and belly for a while. He rolls over, putting one knee between my legs, his hands either side of my body, leaning down to kiss me deeply. Passion blurs my senses and I can feel his mouth moving down over my neck, working lower to my breasts, his tongue gently teasing my nipples. I am too overwhelmed, too weak with passion to move. She put her arm around my waist, kissed me on the cheek, and asked, "You're not going to throw me out, are you?" I put my hands on her waist and told her there was no need for an apology. She was wearing a different white full slip - this one had much less lace on top, and bottom, but looked a bit tighter on her than the one from the previous evening. As she moved around in bare feet, the phone rang, and she took the call from the office. She was leaning down on the counter jotting things onto.