God damn it. She left the dishes sitting in the sink. She knows I hate that shit.Bobby took a long tug on the bottle. The past twenty-four hours had b...een good to him. He belched when he came up for air. He looked at the bottle in his hands and wondered again where Melanie was.Who cares? He smiled as he remembered how he finally tagged Shirley last night. He’d been working on her for a week while her boyfriend, Anders, was up north in Duluth. Maybe he’d been a little aggressive but women never. Her pink perfect lower lips looked red and raw beneath the thick glaze of sex that covered nearly everything between her legs. Her asshole was not as dark as my wife's. It was a perfect circular swirl of darker pink flesh that puckered into a single dark dot in the middle. I smiled at the thought of how tight that little hole had to be!Kelly slowly stood upright and turned around facing me. Her tits had fallen out of her bra when I had grabbed her by the back strap. The shirt had fallen up. Then it was the Bulls, the Pryors, the Big Horns and the Wolf Mountains. I was never farther away from nasty big rocks than fifty miles.Flying in high winds, fifty miles is a horseshoe leaner. In overcast it’s damn near a ringer. I didn’t want any ringers. Montana makes it hard to fly around the rocks ... the damn things are everywhere.I made it.I called the ranch ... laughingly. In Wyoming 600 acres is a piddling city block. Ranches aren’t ranches until they’re 20 thousand acres. Then it’s a. "Yeah, Mom! I wanna fuck your ass now!" Jerry said, grinning back at his mother."All riiiiight, Son, do it! Fuck your mother in the ass!" Fran squealed, throwing himself onto her hands and knees, her ass wriggling lewdly in the air.Trembling with lewd excitement, Jerry parted his mother's soft asscheeks. He began to fuck his huge, thick cock into her tight asshole.Fran could feel her son's broad, fat cock-knob throbbing against her asshole. She wriggled her hips impatiently.Jerry grabbed the.