She was standing in the doorway to his room, leaning against the doorframe wearing nothing but an oversized man’s t-shirt, her big, fake ass titties...bulging through the fabric. “You still freaked out over the sex talk?” she added when he didn’t say anything. “It’s just life, son. You’re getting to that age and I know you already like girls. So I figured I needed to go over all that. Sorry if it freaked you out. It’s better to know than not know.” “Well at least I don’t have to worry about. I seized the opportunity and rushed forward, plowing my smaller bodyinto his while he was off balance. Staggering into the mountainside, thearrow crunching sickeningly into his ribs. A second arrow caught himjust below the armpit spurting blood over the rock face. Spying it onthe ground I lowered myself and grasped the shaft of the spear he hadbeen carrying and shoved the spearhead into the exposed ribs. Thecentaur managed half a howl and then blood bubbled up in his throat. Ashe slumped to the. One day, about three years ago, Martha's husband had been murdered while he was walking across the front yard. A bullet came out of nowhere and hit him in his back, killing him immediately. The two women were torn up about the murder, but they assumed that it had been Indians, probably Comanches, who had murdered the man and had ridden off for some reason.Anyway, the next day, a man rode into the yard and announced that he was Jacob Smith and he knew that Martha's husband was dead. He announced. “So, Jewel,” Clarissa says smiling wickedly.“Yes, Claire? She purrs right back.What should we do first?”Without responding with words, Jewel locks her lips over her sister’s and with her free hands, reaches down and yanks Clarissa’s pants to her knees. Clarissa bites her sister’s lip—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to elicit a small moan from her. Jewel wraps her hand around Clarissa’s waist to cup over one of the large mounds on her chest and squeezes. Clarissa lets go of her sister’s lip.