(Wiley spent the night at Billy and Bonnie's house in Brownsville)
I swear I could have heard a rooster crowing. The next morning I awoke in a strange bedroom—my mouth was gummy and dry—I tried hard to focus on my watch but my eyes were blurry. Then I remembered the night before, fucking little Bonnie on the couch while her toothless husband watched from his padded easy chair.
I smelled coffee and bacon and meandered toward the kitchen. Billy was sitting in his wheel chair staring out the back screen door holding a fly swatter. Apparently his legs were crippled but his arms were over compensated for the handicap.
The screen door was constantly attacked by flying insects. He realized I was in the room and offered me coffee.
"You want some coffee," he said in a loud voice. I only nodded my head yes. He hastily wheeled over to the counter, used a hook stick to fetch down the mug hanging from a shelf and poured a cup of coffee.
"Here, you want some sugar and cream?" he quizzed.
I cleared my throat and managed to bark out: "No, black is good."
"I'm not deaf just cause I can't walk", he said, then he mumbled, "or fuck."
I chugged on the coffee and sat opposite of him at the table. We were both silent for several minutes before he told me how he lost the use of his legs.
"Bad luck all 'round. Just dam bad luck," he said.
He told me that a Mexican bandit shot him over a disagreement concerning ownership of a horse. He wasn't the source of the situation, just in the wrong place. It seems the Mexican fired a wild shot at his intended target and hit old Billy instead. The .44 slug nicked his backbone and caused paralysis from his dick down.
"There's biscuit and bacon in the stove," he said gesturing to the bright white antique looking stove.
I heard soft foot steps on the porch and the screen door screeched open and Bonnie appeared with a basket full of eggs. She was wearing farmer's overalls and t-shirt with no bra. Her buxom was full and her pointy nipples poked under the shirt and around the sides of the bib front.
"Good maw-ning," she drawled out with a big white grin. "Whew, I been out feeding the chickens—it's gonna' be a hot day again today," she said as she removed her straw hat to reveal a full head of light honey hair.
Geez, she was a gorgeous woman I thought as I drank my coffee. I recalled the night before as we showered together. She washed me like I was her little boy. She giggled a lot and enjoyed herself.
"Sugah, just let me wash these eggs, and we'll have some fun—OK?" she oozed sexuality with her Texas accent.
I smiled and said great. Soon we were in the bed where I woke up. She peeled down her jean overalls, and helped me skin of my t-shirt and jeans.
We hugged on the bed, and she grasped my semi hard cock—milking it deftly in her palm. We kissed lips first and she French kissed my mouth.
"O' baby, your cock is soo fay-at," she moaned.
I pulled her body over on top of me and pulled her hips toward my face. When she realized what I was doing she smiled and seemed very pleased. But then she flipped her torso round—offering her plump white butt to my face and her mouth on my cock.
I was staring at her slightly agape pussy—admiring her delicate lips and cunny shape—her light colored soft pussy hair—and her crinkled rosette above her moist nest. I sucked in the aroma of her sex—its sweet pungent scent in my nostrils as my face was only an inch away—I reached my hands around her legs to pull her moist cunny lips apart exposing the lovely pink interior and her pouty cleft.
