Things were going on smoothly and we were all happy. Father had retired from the army and ruled over the house like a garrison commander. He was the K...ing of the house. Nothing moved without his approval and permission. Mom was his lifelong slave running around to serve the King’s every wish and fancy. Pop was a bull dog of a man short and stout strong and muscular with dumb bell moustache and the mind set of a tyrant. We were all shit scared of him. Mom used to tell us that this was a family. Movement in my peripheral vision stopped me and I swiveled my head to see Mrs. Jackson, my neighbor lady, standing in the doorway only six feet away holding a cardboard box. Her gaze was plainly fixed on my erection. Without a word she put down the box and peeled her cotton top off. Quickly she unfastened her sports bra and two beautiful breasts hung free. They captured my gaze as they swayed while her jeans and bikini panties followed the rest of her clothing to the floor.Wordlessly she. Eva was bouncing uncontrollably, gasping, her knees shifting and moaning in total delight and pleasure as her senses went to their peak, her eyes rolling back and the guttural moaning reaching up, touching Julian's ears and making his cock jump as it was buried in her prefect tight, upturned ass. She whimpered, pressing her head down on the carpet, moaning past her perfect breast, gasping like crazy as her body heaved and moved, possessed in the racking delight of her orgasm. She groaned again,. " Yes, Ellen said that you are not comfortable with public exposure. Could I perhaps present you with an outline at some point and then ask you for your opinion? I would only use snippets of Mrs. Burton's life and combine them with fictitious events, but I have so little knowledge of the American West and I would appreciate your advice and input. Mrs. Burton's views are unique, given her background, and I would like to see things from your vantage as well." I would have no problems with that. I.