. or a pair of your underwear... andthen... after you're done... cleaning Him up... carefully rinsing out...your cunt rag... and then putting it back ...n... hoping against hope...that no one ever finds out... that you're wearing a bitch tee shirt...with just the faintest... though unmistakeable smell of dick... blackdick... an article of your own clothing... that's been scrubbing aroundand around... between His legs... deep in His crotch... and all the wayup... underneath... His large... and. "Excuse me, sir," she thrust her chest out in his direction, "but what color are my eyes?" Duh," the startled man stammered as he stared at the blonde's budding bosom."Your right, Chris," she cackled, "it'll work." Kathy then thrust herself in the direction of her father, who, killing time, had slipped into the hospitable sales girl's hot little pocket. "What do you think, Daddy?" Looks good," Daddy muttered, indubitably distracted by the snug, smiling Asian beauty beneath him. "Kathy," he. I’d been hoping for a chance to get to know you – well, to seduce you, of course – but our paths didn’t seem to cross as much as I’d hoped, and you were always rather shy and reserved, so I took the chance today to stir you up a bit – and then when you offered that bet, wow! it was almost too good to be true!’Tamar chuckled, and then turned slightly so that she was looking into my eyes. More soberly, she continued:‘But it was more than that – I needed that too, I needed the motivation to do my. ”“I was raised in Fort Smith and came here five years ago, with a letter of recommendation from Judge Parker. I suppose you’re still working under him now?”“Yes, I count Judge Parker as one of the best friends I’ve ever had. He’s been good to me and my family.”“Tell me about that scuffle you had with those black cats up in the Kiamichi Mountains, Marshal. I read this article about that in the local papers, back there at Fort Smith. I’ll never forget that story as long as I live. I’ve already.