I feel his cock in my hand. He’s so thick I can barely wrap my fingers around him. I think of the way he fucks me and start grinding my pussy onto h...is fingers. I firmly stroke him, matching the thrusts of his fingers. I’m watching all of this, taking it in. I want his cum in my hand. I think of how he makes me feel. Not a particular way, but that he makes me feel at all. I arch my back, moaning. I start stroking him and rubbing his cockhead against my clit in small tiny wet circles. Damn, he. But even remembering all of this now - I can hardly believe that you - his son - would be the one to buy his flute in a pawn shop, over a thousand miles south of the Canadian Border – eighteen years later.”“Just knowing that I have his flute, is enough for me. Whether he put his magic touch on it or not – we have no idea how the flute came to be this far south. I need to drop by the pawnshop before we make our final move, and see if Mr. Glenn knows anything about the history of the flute.... “Stay right here,” he told her as he went to get to door.Did he really think she had been getting up to get the door? She had been getting up to flee! But she stayed at his command.She heard voices at the door and then to her on her dismay, Jon came in the room followed by his friend Todd.“Woe Mrs. F!” Todd exclaimed. “You are one hot woman!”“In the evenings she is called Slutty Bitch, Slut, Bitch, or Slutty Momma Bitch,” Jon explained to his friend.Beth thought she would pass out right there. When the time looks good, we'll mount up an' ride right through their camp, shootin' an' hollerin' fer all we're worth. Try ta kill as many Injuns as ya kin without stoppin', cause ifen ya do, ya're dead."On our way, we'll try ta scatter their hosses. That way, any pursuit will be delayed, pro'bly long enough fer us ta git away. When we ride away, we'll head no'th to Danby's Crossing. Anybody what gits separated should head fer there; we'll wait fer ya as long as we kin. Any questions?... No?.