Sorry I had ta shoot yer friend." Don't pay it no mind, Jim. Jack weren't no friend of mine. I jus' knew the bastard from my visits ta saloons. He wuz...a bully what's been askin' fer a takin' down fer years. Looks like he picked on the wrong fellow this time."About that time, the town marshal walked in. "I hear some public spirited citizen finally rid us of Jack Smally. Where is he, I'd like ta shake his hand?"Ed Hopper said, "Here he is, Marshal Jones. Meet Jim Austin. He's the public spirited. Intimacy was my kink, the safer, the more comfortable, and the more cared for she felt, the harder I could feel myself get. Nothing is better to me than when a girl genuinely feels like she can lose all her reservations and guards and completely trust you to be there for her, look out for her, and love her. And if anyone ever knew that, it was her. A particular memory came to mind as vivid as anything I'd ever recalled. Depression ran in our family and I believe she and I both, being advanced. One of those things was that Erik had a change of diet and had started a workout regime. It was with good results too, he had lost twenty pounds so far and although he still had a long way to go, he already noticed that his stamina and quality of life had improved. It took him less effort to move around and he found that he had more energy overall. He even fit into those leather pants again without feeling as if an anaconda tried to strangle him.Erik had also gotten a new wardrobe and had. "She eased the pregnant woman over onto the bed and gently removed her shirt, easing it up over her straining pregnant stomach, over her warm sweaty breasts and carefully over her head, then Sandra pulled Jeanette's sweat-pants down just enough to free the base of her marked and protruding abdomen, kissing it as she did so. She slipped her slender hand into her pregnant partner's underwear and played teasingly with her labia, breaking to tease her fattened clit between her thumb and.