She usually wore more than this when they went to the beach. But this afternoon she was going to meet him: she was meeting Constantine, her pen pan fr...om afar. Over the last eight years, they’d talked about a lot, shared their intimate thoughts with each other, but this was their first meeting in the flesh. It took a lot to make this happen, but a darkened movie theater seemed like a safe place. She could always walk out, scream if he did something too strange, and having to leave with the kids. Her pussy was wet and getting wetter by the moment. She wasn't wearing panties, so her thighs were soaked.He knew how aroused she was. The scent of wet pussy and roses filled the air. He dropped his gaze to her crotch. Spying the wet spot, he also noticed the wet skin of her inner thighs. Unable to help himself, he ran his finger over her thigh. It felt like wet silk.Kim felt him touch her in a place that had not had attention in so long. She felt like she was being fried in electricity.. He leaned down to see the fat head all but disappear inside his mom’s pussy. He gave his hips a slight nudge forward and it popped inside.“Unghhh, OH FUCK, Darin, you fill me up with your huge cock. You be careful back there. Mom wants us to do this many more times.”“I will, Mom. You have the sexiest body and the prettiest titties of any Mom in this town. I love your sexy ass too, Mom. Can you feel me slipping inside a little more at a time now that my cockhead in all the way in.”“Darin, it. He held a cane that gleamed silver in the sunshine let in by the windows in the ceiling. He looked hard to her but his smile was genuine. She returned it. ‘Rafe MacNeil,’ he said. Her world began to spin. ‘Rafe? Rafe MacNeil? He’s your friend?’ Rafe was a man with a reputation. He’d been an educated southern gentleman who’d left New Orleans after some bad blood. He was a hired gun to be feared, a bounty hunter without equal, never moving west of Texas., which was lucky for her. Someone was.