It did make a good story an' I enjoyed tellin' it, but I could tell Pa had somethin' else on his mind.He finally brought it up: he wanted ta know how ... felt 'bout runnin' the bank after he retired. I knew that "retired" was another word fer "died," but I didn't let on. I told him that I would go crazy sittin' behind a desk day in an' day out. I asked him ifen there wuzn't some other way ta handle the situation.He agreed that there was, but it would still take some work on my part. He said that. . Mom ... again ... just like yesterday, about to knock. There was no way to know just how long she had been out there either.I did not have anything on and I was standing there naked and semi-erect. This time the situation could not be passed off as an innocent visit by a sibling with a question.Penny stammered as she called back over her shoulder and said, "I'm ... I'm sorry for just barging in without knocking, Ron. I didn't know you weren't dressed. I should have known better and knocked.". “Tit fuck me Johnny boy,” said Matt’s mom. With that he was going to get his second tit fuck. His first was from his present girlfriend who only was about 5’2” but had a huge C-cup rack. Anyway he slipped his cock in between the two milky white tits as she pressed them together. The pussy juice lubricated the fucking well as his huge rod slid back and forth easily. After about 10 minutes he had all he could take as he said he was going to cum soon. Matt’s mom let go of her tits as John stood. .. top that.With barely a break for lunch, we took every King's Gate we could. Magically eating the leagues that would have taken days of riding. By sunset, we were nearing the snowline.Gaku, looking extremely uncomfortable riding a horse, closed the gap between us, "Blaster told me you were a Poet. He said you were pretty good. Was he serious? You wrote poetry?" What is so hard to believe?" I had decided to advance the boy's education, training him in the art of warfare and in the art of.