Ever since that experience in the barn with the Bushwhackers, I never left my guns more than arm's reach away, so I put on my holsters an' pulled my S...pencer within easy reach afore I started eating.We wuz still eating when four riders came up an' said, "Howdy."We returned the greeting an' I asked, "What can we do fer you gents. Care fer some cold fried chicken?"One of the men, whom I assume wuz the leader, suddenly pulled his pistol an' said, "We ain't interested in no cold fried chicken, but. Not a motherly peck; but a serious passionate full lipped kiss. Tommie put his arms around her neck and kissed back. I could see them sucking on each other’s tongues. I stared at this scene completely taken aback and a little embarrassed. As he kissed his Mother, Tommie’s legs parted and I could see up his skirt…his pink panties were soaked from his earlier masturbation and he was hard again. Lily’s panties were also visible and they were wet too. I couldn’t help it, I was getting hard. ”“I already noticed, Z. I don’t want to ruin our fun times by doing something careless.”Kyle finished the last of the wine bottle as he cooked the steaks. He asked me to bring the other bottle outside.Kyle announced, “The steaks are almost ready.” It was time to bring out the rest of our dinner. Kyle loaded steaks on two plates and I cut one in half for Fran and me. She dished out the pasta salad, while I handed Kyle the basket of warm garlic bread. We complemented Kyle for selecting and. The day that he learned of his mother's betrayal, he rammed a butter knife through the surface of the kitchen table. Abandoned again.Since those times, John had always had trouble forming relationships. He ran so hard from his pain, yet held it so close. Craving the touch of another, yet treating each touch as a physical threat. Wanting to be held, yet pushing people away before they could leave him again. It was a never ending cycle . . . aself fulfilling prophecy!John realized with a.