Here I was, a woman in her prime and no outlet. I take meticulous care in myself and my appearance, exercising every single day to maintain my toned, ...lender figure. I regularly get my hair and nails done, my makeup always immaculate yet I was frequently left feeling bored, lonely and horny with no way of a release."I just don't get it; surely I'm not going wrong somewhere?" I eyed Matt who took a long swig of his drink before shaking his head. "Way I see it Aunty Sylv, you're doing everything. He guessed Mrs. Evans to be in her sixties and apart from a few wrinkles on her face and neck, she didn't look too bad. Her tits were certainly more than a handful and from what he could see of the rest of her, she wasn't in bad shape at all. Mike was certainly no virgin, he'd had his fair share of girlfriends but this woman was old enough to be his grand-mother and suddenly the thought of repaying his debt the way she wanted excited him.He walked towards her and placed his hands on her. Pay your taxes. And don’t even think that you’ll become deputies again. That ain’t gonna fly. You’re all banned from serving as deputies for life. Just be good, law-abiding, tax-paying citizens.“As for the rest of you guys, let’s move on to Lancaster and set up shop in the Sheriff’s Office. We need Supervisors. That’s gonna be ... Ryan, Wilbur, Leah, Raquel, and Becca. We need a County Attorney, formerly known as the Commonwealth Attorney. That’s Sardha. We now need a Treasurer. That’s gonna be. The Indians slowed down as soon as the Whites went to ground. Small Foot wanted to rest the horses so they would be at full strength for an all-out charge. Billy recognized the ploy and called to the two women to use their pistols. The Indians would be in range too soon to make the rifles worth worrying with, but the pistols in .44 caliber were well able to stop the horses. Billy ordered the women to shoot at the horses, not at the humans.The Indians set aside their bows and brought out their.