I took the opportunity to wander over to the circus decorated tent and struck up a conversation with the blond, blue-eyed female with the tight packed... corset of feminine perfection. She told me that she was originally from Poland and had started her western journey with her husband. Unfortunately, he had been caught in a stampede of runaway Texas cattle all unsettled because of drunken cowboys shooting off their six-guns into the empty blue sky just to show all around them that they were free,. "One night we went dancing. It was one of the first dance halls where you had negro couples and white couples. I saw my husband talking to a negro man in the club. Next thing you know a negro man asked me to dance. My late husband said to me to go ahead and dance with the negro."I get up on the dance floor. Them negros sure know how to dance. Of course they seem to not be able to keep their hands to themselves and my late husband, rest his soul, seems to enjoy watching it." my MIL saidOhh man. Mom didn't say anything about the bras for a couple of weeks and thenwhile we were eating supper one evening, she looked up at me across thetable and asked, "So, you haven't said anything about those bras that Ibought you several weeks ago. I guess that means that they fit okay andthat you're wearing them on occasion?" Huh? Oh, uh, yes. I wear them sometimes", I lied, not telling her that Iwore them whenever I wasn't in bed. And it was then that I decided tobring up a subject that I'd been. I had jacked my own cock countless times in my life, so I knew how to handle one, but everything just felt alien about this. Plus, it was noticeably longer and thicker than my own.I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out ever-so-slightly as I moved my head forward slowly. My eyes were adjusted to the dark now and I had no problem telling how close it was to my tongue, it was just a second away from being in my mouth, just like I had always wanted. For a brief second I thought about stopping,.