She was so exhausted, she didn't even stir when I removed the sheet and looked at her body covered with dirt, stale booze, cum, and love marks. Believ... it or not, she still never mentioned any of these events to me. The next day, she told me she had lost her purse and spent all that time she was gone looking for it and waiting for it to show up at the "lost and found" booth. What bullshit! I guess I never will know how many cowboys screwed her that day!Anyway, I love what I've worked out. I. He just listened to Ron and me at first. But then he began to ask questions, some of which, Ron had also asked. The nature and means of those questions would never have been asked by the k**, who went upstairs a short time previously. Ron and I both stared at him with renewed respect.Then, Bob shocked the hell out of Ron and pleased the hell out of me, by asking, "Tim, do you think my mom could by our sex-slave?"Ron grinned, as he looked at me for my response. I knew that this was a critical. Upon leaving decided that neither of us should be driving. Instead we decided to walk around the city.Several blocks away, we came across an adult arcade/bookstore and I k**ded her about going inside. She had never been in one and was curious to see what it was like. Who was I to stop her? The store was rather crowded with about a dozen men and two other couples. Everyone looked fairly normal. Most of the single men were looking at magazines and rental movies.Sensing her nervousness, we joined. She stood, tall and proud, as erect as the ancient tree before which she stood. Her arms held out toward the eastern and western horizons, she faced the rising sun, its initial rays of right illuminating the many near-microscopic jewels embedded within her thin tunic. The silver ring through the top of each pointed ear also caught the initial rays of the daylight, casting them back upon me, upon the assembled throng. Her eyes closed, she breathed slowly. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. .