You ain’t gonna jump no more. Chorus: Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die. Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die. Gory, gory, what a hell of way t... die. He ain’t gonna jump no more.’ This story reprises some of the characters and the locale from my earlier story, The Other Woman. Thanks to techsan for the editing job. PROLOGUE – BIG BEND, TEXAS Summer, 1987 We, my buddy Bobby Morse and a couple of our friends, had been riding our horses on the Blue Creek Trail in Big Bend National Park,. Soon he was totally drenched in sweat. After about ten minutes He stopped suddenly.” I’ll lie down. You move.”, he said to my mother. So they repositioned themselves. Uncle Paul lay down with his head resting on the pillow. Mother sat with her knees planted on either sides of his body. She guided his equipment into her wet cunt once again and started moving. Oh, how her breasts were jumping up and down with her. She would pause occasionally to brush away a strand of her loose hair from her. More

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