Waiting there for her: straight up (though mine does have a left-leaning bend to it).She was re-invigorated, it seemed, and facing me she commenced to... grind up and down and around on me; this position also put her tits straight in front of my face – who could resist? Not me, as I cradled one in my hand, tweaked the nipple, and then buried my face into its fold, my tongue lapping that nipple before my mouth engulfed it and its surrounds. Heaven! I am a breast man, and my mother-in-law and her. It nearly drove my daddy crazy when she did that too."I need to talk to him, it's important. It's about the cattle, and it's not anything that's good." You can leave him a note or tell me. He's been mad at me ever since I got back, and it's all your fault."I left her there and rode up to the ranch. I never could make much sense out of talking with a woman. I was starting to see how my daddy just couldn't take any more of it. The more you liked one, the worse it seemed to get. It was turning out. Everthing hurt even more than before.At least the lights were dimmed he thought when he opened his eyes.The first person he saw was Ellen. She sat in a chair, reading in a book. He watched her silently whilst trying to clear his head. For a long time, he had not really seen her, had refused to acknowledge her quiet beauty. Yet, as she sat there, with her slender neck bent slightly and her blue eyes focused on the book before her, he saw her again as he had seen her as a boy. The memory made him. "Cindy..." Mom." I tried to decipher her eyes. Ran through my inventory of Mom's looks. Okay, they're dimmed a little bit. This is the first time I've seen her in almost three years."Cindy, I don't know exactly how to say this, but I know I have to say it." What, Mom?" Cindy, I screwed up with you. It's a wonder you made it to the age of ten. I was a horrible mother."I started to protest."Don't even start, baby. The truth is what it is. About the only thing I didn't do was sell your body off.".