. etc.!'“Mom, I've got a little problem – big problem.”“What, Sweetie?”“I'm not asking to fool around, but I'm horny and I usually masturb...ate to get to sleep, when we are home. But I don't have anything to . . slick my willie, if you know what I mean.”“I'm not going down on you, if that's what your driving at.”“No! I just thought that perhaps if you might be able to loan me some of your natural juices.”“Are you trying to seduce me?”“Awh . . forget it, I'll go over to the couch and jerk-off. I felt a hand wrap around the back of my neck and pushed my head further and faster down his cock. I looked and found it was Clayton doing this as he rubbed his dick. I heard someone move behind me and saw Jesse with baby oil in his hand. Without asking he moved his middle finger all lubed up to my hole.Jesse pushed his finger in and it felt so good. I lost pace with Mitch, but Clayton helped me and kept pushing my head up and down. Jesse then slid in another finger, and I let out a yelp of. He did say that he knew the next two towns had dealers who would also have cartridges. I bought two more scabbards for Tia and me for the other side of our saddles. Tia wasn’t apprehensive about the new rifle and said that it worked as well as the Henry she already had.This was a really good trip as we hadn’t been challenged by any Army people and had no highwaymen problems. I spoke to soon as we approached our own small community. Tia and I were off to the side of the road as we always liked. That's what made me pick you up. You were the best-looking one one the street. Uh -- you mean you're not a cop, right?" Right," she says, and she's kinda laughing, but not really, if you know what I mean. And then she goes, "Would a cop do this?"OK, so we've only got a bug in the purse, so I can't see what's going on, but I hear something like a zipper and a gasp from the kid. I'm freaking out -- like, what is this broad doing?Well, right then Crowley calls in and wants to know how Pepper's.