We can leave from there." Why, thank ya, Jesse. We'll be right happy to git some of yer wife's fine cookin'. She makes some of the finest grits in Tex...s! We'll see ya tomorrow mornin'."After breakfast, the three lawmen rode out of town toward the badlands. "There's an abandoned shack where they'll most likely be. It's on this side of the swampy area, so we don't have to wade through that. But the shack is on a little finger of land poking out into the water, so there is only one dry way in or. “Greta, how are you. My new friend Shaun has a wagon and goods to sell ya and needs daily necessities. Afterward, we need to see your daughter about some clothes.”I rolled my eyes as I walked up and shook Greta’s hand. “While I can certainly talk for myself, she’s not wrong.” I laughed. Greta had an indulgent smile. I pulled out the letters and handed them to her, “There are some circumstances to my owning the wagon. These should clear them up.” I grabbed the sealed paper I had forgotten and. She begins by wetting her finger and stroking the area around her lips. From there she begins to finger herself with one hand while beginning to rub the area around her clit with her other hand. This goes on for several minutes until she can feel that she is sufficiently lubricating herself and properly aroused. Once she is properly arouse she turn on the vibrator on a slow speed to get use to its feeling and to allow it to glide all of the way into her pussy. As it finally makes it all of the. And the reason her ass was just a blur was because you were so fucking drunk you could barely make it up the steps for the table dance asshole.” “Oh yeah, cool song. Wait a second, I was NOT that fucking drunk. As I recall you were the limp legged drunk. Christ, it’s kinda hard to talk to the ladies when you’re stumbling around looking like an idiot you know. You could try and help me out.” “I was drunk before we even got there, what the hell do you expect?! And what the hell are you talking.