" How long have you been doing this?" Tracy asked with interest, fishing a menthol cigarette from a fresh pack." About fifteen years." Keith replied, ...ushing an ashtray across the table towards her.She nodded and said; "I hope you don't mind me saying, but you don't look... well, the type."Keith burst out laughing and struck a pose; one hand on hip, the other hanging loosely at the end of his wrist. "Oh me, oh my. I'm such a butch guy!" You don't have to look like Quentin Crisp." I chuckled,. I felt my skirt ride up a little too high in back and your hand went to the back of my knee. As you slid your hand so slowly up my stockings, you said, "Keep working, good girl." Your hand went up under my skirt and to my hip as you pulled me directly in front of you. Your script was in motion."Sir, what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly. I like this game, I thought to myself."Just keep working. I don't want to get mad at my good little girl." You lifted my skirt up over my ass. My garter. Clear Wells had four saloons and two brothels, and there were waiting lines extending out the door at the two brothels. The four saloons were so packed that you had to push your way to the bar to get a drink. My imagination said that this was the entire male population of three counties, but that was patently impossible.I was down the street a ways when I heard gunshots come from one of the saloons, but not the one belonging to the mayor. I ran down the street to meet a crowd of men coming out. Carefully I turn my head and stare long fully at those wiggling suck able toes. If I couldn't only lift one of those feet up to my hungry mouth and suck on each and every one of them. I turn quickly back to the road and breath deeply for several seconds. A few seconds is enough right? I can turn my face again without arising too much suspicion??? Would you look at those firm strong calves, one resting over the other. Nothing says teen girl like an athletic pair of calves. Why does nature make.