Emma kissed her again and then moved her mouth down Lynne's body; she was still fingering her clit as she started to nibble on Lynne's tits which grew...erect in her mouth. Emma then knelt down and moved her mouth towards Lynne's love hole. She could smell the heavenly scent of Lynne's pussy and without hesitation stuck her tongue deep inside her cunt. Again Lynne moaned; she pushed her fanny lips hard against Emma's mouth and cried out as she came. Emma hungrily lapped up the juices Lynne was. That was not difficult because I just followed the signs of powder smoke. At last, I caught up with him, and he must have given up on me because he was concentrating on shooting at the stagecoach.I managed to find a good tree to lean against about 50 yards from the bandit. I took my time to line up my shot with the shotgun and blasted the man in his side just below his ribcage. Again, that wad of 12 #00 buckshot arriving in a single mass practically tore the man in two. Okay, that was two down,. I told him that I was a big fan of police dramas on TV but he told me that it was a lot different. He didn’t give me any examples. He just said, ‘It’s a lot different from what you see on TV.’ He tried asking me more about my job, but I always managed to turn it around on him, so that he would answer my questions. Billy never gave me a full answer. He would elaborate as little as possible. Rarely would his sentences reach past fifteen words. I asked him if something was wrong and he said no. My heart thudding, Zoey stumbled into the kitchen. My older, far bustier sister walked in, her brassy hair a tangled mess, her breasts stretching out a pink tank top, a pair of bright-red, lacy panties clinging to her hips and crotch.“Hey, Alicia,” she muttered on her walk to the refrigerator.“You slept in,” I said, my cheeks on fire. I wiped my fingers off on my shorts. But I could smell my fresh pussy juices. What if she could smell them, too? What if she realized I was masturbating in our.