Further Adventures of James Butler Hickok (9781101601853) by J. R. Roberts

clerk said you were in the bath,” the woman said. “I thought I’d wait here.”
    â€œWhy leave the door ajar?”
    â€œI wanted to warn you,” she said. “I didn’t want you to come in with your gun blazing.”
    Clint closed the door, dropped the bundle of clothes on a chair, and holstered the gun. Then he looked at the woman.
    Her name was Katherine McCoy, and she was Kathy’s mother. Clint figured her to be about thirty-eight, and if she was any indication, Kathy was going to be even more beautiful when she got older.
    â€œMrs. McCoy, you shouldn’t be here—”
    â€œCome on, Clint,” she said, “you think I don’t know that you bring my daughter here?”
    â€œHow long have you known?”
    â€œSince the day she came home with straw in her hair.”
    â€œOh, that.”
    Katherine was sitting on the bed, and now she scooted back and drew her legs up so that her skirt fell away to reveal them.
    â€œDo you think my daughter is beautiful, Clint?”
    â€œWell, yeah, I do—”
    â€œAnd me?”
    â€œI’m sorry.”
    â€œDo you think I’m beautiful?”
    â€œMrs. McCoy—”
    â€œKatherine,” she said. “Call me Katherine.”
    â€œKatherine,” Clint said, “I’m pretty sure you know you’re a beautiful woman.”
    â€œPerhaps,” she said, “but I’d like to know that a younger man still thinks I’m beautiful.”
    â€œI think you’re very beautiful.”
    â€œAnd I think you’re a very handsome young man,” she said. “Why don’t you come over here and sit beside me?’
    Clint wanted to protest, wanted to put her out of his room, but she actually was very beautiful, and suddenly he was thinking about only one thing.
    He sat next to her, but before she could say a word, he kissed her.
    â€œOh,” she said, pulling her head back to look at him. For a moment he thought she was going to protest, but suddenly she appeared to decide to stop playing games. She kissed him, hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, and then they were rolling about on the bed, pulling each other’s clothes off.
    Mother and daughter had the same pale skin, the same downy pubic patch, but Katherine had more womanly curves than Kathy did. Her breasts and hips and butt were larger, they filled his hands—and on top of that, she was much more experienced.
    She got Clint onto his back and swooped down onto his cock with her mouth. While Kathy was tentative, sucking him for the first time, Katherine had obviously done this before.
    â€œOh God,” she said, “look at this young, hard cock.” She sucked him all the way in, then let him slide wetly free. “And you are so sweet!”
    She went back to sucking him . . .
    * * * 
    â€œWhy don’t you just give him back the watch?” Susannah Moore said to Dave Tutt.
    â€œI won it fair and square.”
    They were seated in the kitchen of her house, eating a lunch she had prepared for them.
    â€œHe puts a lot of store in that watch,” she said.
    â€œI know he does.”
    She stared at him across the table.
    â€œAnd that’s why you’re keeping it, right? To upset him?”
    â€œLook,” Tutt said, “he’s the one who threw it into the pot.”
    â€œThis is going to end badly, Dave,” she said.
    â€œIf it ends badly,” Tutt told her, “it won’t be about the watch, it’ll be about you.”
    â€œI don’t want any fighting about me, Dave Tutt,” she said.
    â€œDon’t worry, Susannah,” Tutt said. “Don’t worry.”

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    Clint let Katherine ooh and ahhh and suck his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore, and before he could ejaculate into her mouth, he pulled her off.
    â€œWhat are you doing, you sweet boy?” she asked. “Is this what you do with my