God how she loved getting dressed up! She slipped on her sand silk blouse and matching skirt that stopped 6 inches above her knees, buckled the straps...of her suede instep strap pumps, put the finishing touches to her hair, touched up her lipstick and headed out the door for a day in town.Gwen (aka Greg Neely) tried to schedule such an excursion at least once a week. Most times, these sojourns into town included a stop at her favorite lingerie specialty shop "Sinsations", and a quiet lunch at. Sam's boots turned out to be a good fit once she had some socks to wear. John bought her a Navy Colt and holster to wear, and, after some thought, bought the same combination for himself. They both spent a day practicing with the guns and got pretty good, though neither one was ever going to be a quick-draw artist.The men were pleased to have Abigail along. She turned out to be a good trail cook and they were going to hate to lose her when they got back to headquarters. She didn't mind cooking. How about a ponytail?? ?Okay, but you promise me you'll braid it for my ballet recital on Friday?? ?I promise.? The mother said sincerely. After the little girl's hair was dry, a job that was much easier because it wasn't anywhere near as thick as her own, Cassie brushed and put it up into a ponytail with a specially made green elastic band. She noticed the little girl had tendrils of hair falling in front of her eyes so she went to the chest of drawers and grabbed two metal clips from the. .my thighs are quivering uncontrollablywhen u finally pull your mouth away & i twist back around so i am sittingjust as u grab both my ankles tightly& press my knees up against my chest...as my heels hook over your shouldersi wrap my arms around my own thighs& pull my legs up even higher & wideras i expose my spit-slippery ass-hole...as u stare directly down in2 my eyesi feel your cock-head press against meas it searches 4 my puckered anus& as your hands slide down 2 my waisti press my ass-hole.