”“Well, I am worn out but I’m also horny,” she confessed with a sly grin. “So I’m going to make you do all the work, and then I’m going ...o fall asleep until noon.”“Yes, ma’am,” I said, and got another elbow in the ribs.I leaned over to kiss her upturned face as I stroked her cheek and neck. Her brown eyes surrendered to me. My hand wandered from her neck to her thighs, fingers following her contours, five points of pressure, sometimes in unison, sometimes in harmony.I rolled over her, my knees. Mayberry didn't have a marshal, so there were no formalities to worry with over the shooting. Ethel paid a swamper from one of the nearby saloons two bits to dispose of the body after she had looted it. Besides his gun and a knife, the thief had little to take. She got less than a dollar from his pockets, and he had no money belt. Shit! He was a useless piker! Ethel continued to the hotel where she spent the night.The next morning, Ethel left early for Willow Springs and arrived before dark.. She’d just stepped out of the shower, and started drying herself, on the big, fluffy, pink bathtowel, when she’d thought she’d heard a noise in the bedroom. There was no reply. ‘Arnie?’ Again, there was no response. She shrugged her shoulders, she must’ve imagined it? She continued rubbing her long hair, vigorously, then bent over to dry her long legs. A faint rustling noise came from the bedroom, and she froze in the act of drying her feet. ‘That wasn’t my imagination!’ she murmured, the hair. I was getting extremely frustrated being constantly aroused but with norelief!After about 30 minutes my wife appeared wearing a see through whiteblouse, open to reveal her cleavage and with long billowing sleeves withfrills at the cuffs. Her black satin bra was visible through it. She hada black satin pencil skirt with slide split revealing her stockings andsuspenders and high heeled black patent court shoes with 4 inch heels.She had also added slightly slutty make up and tied her hair in a.