She was blow drying her hair wearing only his boxers and one of his shirts which fell down to mid-thigh on her. "Mom is home, put this on, we have to ...go," he said and through the jeans at her she awkwardly caught them with astonishment on her face as he turned and ran from the room. She hurriedly dressed and swept her still damp hair back into a ponytail and hurried out after him. She found them in the living room him watching the shattered window with a skillet in his hands. "What's going on,". " I'm sorry Mary but I have to go, my tee time you know. I'll be home around four this afternoon. Maybe we could go out to the club for dinner tonight. Would you like that baby?" Sure Bob, whatever."I watched him as he pulled out of the garage and drove down the street for his precious game of golf, Goddamn it I was so angry with him. While I cleaned up the breakfast dishes I gave a lot of thought to our failing marriage and when I finished the dishes I went upstairs and lay down on our bed and. Lord knows, we had plenty enough fer that. The women took turns ridin' Mable, but I wuz used ta long walks while huntin', so I didn't need ta ride. We left after breakfast, ate a picnic lunch, an' still made it ta the tavern in plenty of time fer supper. We spent the night in a room in the tavern while Mable an' the dogs waited out back.The dogs had been ordered ta guard Mable. It's quite probable that Mable could take care of herself, but it gave the dogs sumpthin' ta do an' made shore that. I knew the guy was close to blowing his load, and who could blame him, Anna was giving the performance of a lifetime. Then suddenly she stopped and knelt up. "I want you to finger fuck my pussy." She hissed, before quickly unzipping her jeans and pulling them down.A few minutes later and she was back on all fours, swallowing his cock deep as he slid two fingers into her soaking wet hole. "I'm going to cum, baby!" the guy cried out, a few minutes later."No, don't you fucking dare." Anna.