Josh and Beanpole raced for DP7 as soon as the gold coach passed by. Damned if the two gangs they had shot at just a few minutes before hadn't combine... forces and were waiting for the coach. The coach was a little bit late getting here, probably because of the execrable nature of the road, so Josh and Beanpole had the time to get in good position before shooting at the combined bandit gang. This time they hit one before the bandits took off, though it wasn't a fatal hit. The gold stage rolled. I walked past the dance floor and took a seat at the bar. I ordered a whiskey and water and I was sitting drinking it watching the dancers when a waiter came up to me and told me a guy wanted to buy me a drink. He pointed out a 40 something black guy who was sitting at one of the tables by himself. I smiled at him and he smiled back and motioned me over. He had a gorgeous smile, he was a little plump but he looked solid. He was wearing a business suit and a great tie.I got up and walked over to. Watching mom I could see that it was a happy memory but she was unhappy to be sharing it with a teenaged friend of her son. Shawn's pants were giving him away Barnum and Bailey would have been proud of that tent. "Mom, stand up take off the nighty. Shawn take a side, let's get this out of the way." I could see Shawn was conflicted, if it hadn't been his mom up there on the 50 inch screen I think he would have been running. He reached for mom's panties as if afraid he was going to get burned.. When we were going into puberty, a family friend let me be dirty with her. She felt my cock in my pants and I probed her cunt with my fingers. I sucked what were going to be her tits. I hadn't ever cum yet although I regularly stroked my hard cock while looking at pictures of big-titted women in magazines. Then, one night, I stroked until I came in huge milky gushes. It was awesome and frightening. What power had I unleashed? I did it a few more times until I got it right. Then I just had.