A beautiful woman was chasing me. This hadn’t ever happened to me before in my life. I had chased beautiful women before and even got somewhere with...one once, but I was always the definite chaser. Ginny was making no bones about things. She wanted me. I was on cloud 9. I went a little crazy on the dance floor. I was drawing my share of attention. People were staring at me. Eventually, I toned it down a little and turned to Ginny. She was staring at me in amazement. I pulled her to me and rubbed. I got my camera ready. She unhooked her bra, lifted up her blouse and I finally got a clear view of the most beautiful tits I've been dreaming about. The tits that felt so soft yet firm, the pinkish areola and nipples that were stiffening. Her nipples were more pinkish than I imagined based on pictures of the darker nipples of Asian tits I saw. My hands were shaking I had a hard time steadying the camera but finally took several shots from different angles. Then she pulled her blouse down. She displayed skills almost equal to his own, skills he'd learned from three tribes.John moved to the front of what was called the saloon. Yeah, a building with tables, chairs, a bar plus a lot of rot gut. Wouldn't do to drink much of that swill. An hour later, the streets cleared as the sound of jingling spurs was the only sound heard. John looked at the tall man in black britches, boots and shirt. A scar running across one side of his face, seemed to throb."Well, see you're no coward, that's. He towered over me at 6’2 and 225 lbs. I had always been a tiny girl, and at 20 years, I was only 5 ft and 108lbs. He was almost cheerful when discussing his passion, literature, in class but when he had a demand, no one would dare to ever question him, or what he wanted. I hurriedly put on little lace panties, a white button up blouse and plaid kilt. I knelt down and reached under the bed for a pair of my white knee high stockings and my black Mary Janes. “Don’t give me that look,” I told.