I told my wife what she already knew, that I really liked the ‘camel toe’ look. Veronica explained to the girls about the ‘camel toe’ effect t...at it had on men. Everyone laughed about it but certainly remembered it.They had a discussion about what to wear for practice. My wife went up to our bedroom leaving me alone with over twenty high school girls. Suddenly I felt like teaching a class.Soon Veronica came downstairs. She took my breath away. She had on a tight tank top and a nice tight pair. While Nessa stood in front of the door leading to the baron's private quarters, Bellemir stood a few steps above her. Nessa was a muscular woman with wide hips, broad shoulders, a firm stomach, small breasts, and a well-curved ass who stood a trifle less than average height. Dressed in a simple long-sleeved brown dress with slippers to match, her dark blond hair was worn in a braid which fell to mid-back and showed the golden streaks of regular exposure to sunlight. Though she often. It was just a feeling that maybe it wasn't right. The one thing I knew for sure was that Mom would keep after me until I gave her an answer. And that if I didn't give her the answer she wanted, she'd keep trying until either she got what she wanted or we arrived at complete loggerheads.I took one more check for email, then turned my computer off and brushed my teeth. I went down to Mom's study and said good-night to her, then returned to my room and got into bed. I'd been in bed for about three. "Drop your gun belts, real slow-like, fellers," Lucy hissed. "I'm a-hankerin' to blow you to pieces, after what you did to Angie."Carefully, Rose moved to a flanking position. In her career as saloon whore, she had already seen the mess a sawed-off shot gun could make.The two men hesitated. When Lucy's finger at the trigger turned white, though, they opened their belt buckles and let their gun belts drop. Rose saw the minute movement as one man's hand went to his back."Watch out, Lucy!" she.