To baat kuch aisi hai ki bua ke aane ke baad se hi meri niyat fisalne lagi thi, jab v wo mere samne se kulhe matkate hue gujarti thi to man karta tha ...ahi uski gand daba doon; jab wo ghar ka kaam karti thi nightie pehen kar to unke bade bade mamme aur unke beech ki ghati dekh k to mera pant tamboo ban jata tha. Dil to karta tha ki sali ko utha ke le jaoon aur bistar pe patak patak ke chodun par himmat nai hoti thi. Par wo kehte h na ki agar kisi chiz ko dil se chaho to poori kainaat use tumse. I wore my two Starr DAs in my shoulder holsters an' two Navy Colts at my thighs. I also kept my hideout derringer in my boot.We were not lookin' fer trouble, but we did keep a close watch. Not only did we have ta worry 'bout road agents, but we was pretty deep inta Comancheria, soz we had ta keep an eye out fer Injuns. Our second day out was the kind of day I was hopin' ta miss. We were spotted by some Comanches, an' they figured ta devil us ifen they could not do nothin' else.There was four of. The blouses were of a similar nature, but on top of that they were also transparent and thus always showed whatever she wore underneath. Berby took care to wear expensive ;ingerie at all time, so she could show something to her boss whenever she crossed her long legs. It didn't take very long before her boss screwed Berby. It was on an ordinary, midweek afternoon. Once more she bent over keeping her legs straight and that gave her boss a complete view of her butt. That crossed the limit. He. Fifteen minutes later I was greeted by the breath of frigid air that Mother Nature had to offer my city. Stepping through the two-foot thick snow covered driveway and road to Mrs. Jensen’s home caused my legs to burn, even in the intense cold. I knocked on her door, trying to catch my breath from the journey. Apparently I hadn’t worked out enough! I heard the top lock being undone, and the door hand being turned. I was greeted with warm air on my face from the house, and the smell of.