“You got nothing to freak out about.”“What are you doing?” I demanded as she pulled me into the kitchen.“Kissing you,” my older sister sai...d.Then she grabbed my face and planted her lips right on mine. My eyes widened in shock as her tongue thrust into my mouth. It wiggled about in me in this bold way that was so similar to how Clancy kissed me and yet was so different.Softer lips.No whiskers.Feminine, not masculine.I couldn’t believe she was kissing me. Her hands slid around to grab my rump.. She had often tasted her own juices but the thought of putting her tongue into her mother's vagina horrified her.'I am going to be patient with you,' said her mother taking Sally's hand from under her robe and pressing the wet fingers against the resisting girl's mouth. 'Here, taste it,' she rubbed the sticky wetness across Sally's lips. 'Come on, taste it!' The tone had become harsher again and Sally reluctantly opened her mouth and then closed her lips around her fingers. 'There now, that. Besides, there was the threatened rain. Nobody went riding in a rain storm if he could help it, because it was too easy to be struck by lightning out on the flat prairie.We got up to follow them on the opposite side of the street. I don't know what we did to attract their attention, but suddenly Cactus Jack O'Hara turned to face us and drew his pistol. He was a little too quick to snap off a shot, so he just nicked my shirt. There was no way to ignore that salutation, so we both drew and fired.. I explained my problem to the manager, then asked to borrow a plastic mop bucket and to fill it with water from the ladies room.He did me one better, he let me fill it from the outside faucet. So I managed to get the radiator full again. With the hood lifted I started the truck and found that the leak was in the core of the radiator. It wasn't the best possible scenario, but it was better than a blown head gasket or cracked block.Even driving the truck to the meeting with a blown head gasket,.