This was the place where the nuns spent less time in devotions to God than they did tormenting their fallen betters.There was no better match for the ...nscrupulous Irene than this crow, who feasted on the sour leavings of family and love, lust and sex. With a thin smile and a stern mien she doled out punishments that became a personal pleasure for her. The ruthless woman who had become prosperous at the oppression of others.With these three malevolent female harpies arrived a man pulling a small. Inside the house, Jim was getting ready to make the monthly trip into the town about fifteen miles away. Alice, who was about as pregnant as any woman could get, waddled around getting a substantial breakfast together. While she was about it, she made up a package of food for Jim to take with him; he expected to eat at the saloon in town, but no sensible person ever took a chance when traveling so far over the desert.After breakfast, Jim and Alice loaded the buckboard with the necessaries for. Pete Riordan was several miles away, in the middle of mediating what had been a noisy and near violent fight between a husband and wife. When his shoulder mounted radio squawked he made the couple sit on either end of their couch while he answered the radio call.Police dispatch wanted to know if he would be available to respond to a suspicious noise, possible gun shot report at the other end of his patrol territory. He told them he would likely be tied up on his current call for several more. Her petticoat is up till her knees. Most surprising thing is she has a small blush and smile on her face (as I was expecting uncomfortable feeling on her face). She was not doing eye contact.I raised her petticoat till her panty and suddenly her one hand came to stop her petticoat rise. I took oil and started massaging her thighs. Wow ultimate feeling..! she just closed her eyes and that small blush is still there. I tried to lift completely but her one hand was not allowing for that. So nicely.