Swallowingmy fear, I walked towards the sound of their voices in the kitchen. Isaw the two of them sitting at the table, talking. They had evidentlyju...st finished dinner. I listened to their conversation for a while,feeling a little ashamed of my spying. The wife was perhaps thirty fiveyears old, her husband was a about the same age. She had thick, curlybrown hair and dark blue eyes. I had noticed her many times before,casually appreciating that she was quite attractive. Her body was curvyand. But now I have an angry mob I need to deal with.Even with all the weapons I have, many people including my wife might get hurt. So I make a decision. I hold up my hands and offer, "Listen if Ben's horse dies I will gladly let you string me up. But all this fighting right now is counterproductive. Someone go in the truck stop and bring me a bunch of damn diapers."Someone smart mouths, "What happened? Did ya crap your pants?"I state, "Hell no! I'm going to use them to help stop the bleeding! Now. .. " Karen's voice trailed off as she watched Mom start stroking my cock."Come and sit," Mom instructed, "we need to have a chat."Karen hesitated a moment before sitting on the bed beside me. I took my hand from Mom's pussy and lay on my back. Mom slowly stroked my hard cock as Karen watched, her on one side of me, Mom on the other. Mom stopped stroking and let my cock twitch as she spoke."So I know you two are hot for each other... with good reason; you are both very attractive and sexy... but. Some people had no respect for themselves. Was it any wonder they had no respect for anything else?Jeni sat on her duffle, letting her mind drift as she waited for the sound of traffic. The day was perfect: sun warm, a gentle breeze wafting the aroma of nature — leaves, grasses and blossom — to her. She remembered trying to describe this smell to a tightass in a suit who'd given her a lift several years before. He just didn't get it. To him it was all cowshit and mud. He never saw the beauty.