..to tell them....yes.''Tell you what, go and get me a latte and I'll do it for you. A kit-kat as well. Meet me in the Christmas tree office.''OK, Jas...n. Two minutes''No hurry, Jordan. No hurry'Jason took a slow walk over to the Christmas tree area, and as he walked, he tried to make sense of what had happened. It was impossible. He'd have to chew it over tonight, when he got home. One thing he did realise....that she is one severely fucked up woman. And she sure was going to get plenty. “What are these?” I asked. Shelly pretended to pout. She replied, “I want it to be a surprise. I promise it won’t make you dopey. Don’t you want to please me and be a good girl?” I replied, “Yes ma’am!” then swallowed the pills with a gulp of water. When the women finished, Shelly directed me into the bedroom. “Drop your panties and lay across the bed!” she instructed. I did as she asked. Shelly peeled back my mini-skirt, exposing my bare bottom. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable sensation of an. An ambush was likely. John moved away from the front of the saloon. He hadn’t seen Dusty and wondered where he might be. He knew the preacher was huddled terrified inside his church with a gaggle of followers hoping for a miracle. If John died every person in the town knew the consequences. John rolled the barrel magazine holding the six bullets against the palm of his hand. He felt the pearl handle warm and smooth in his palm. Killing was never good, but dying was worse. John knew the range of. Jim turned off the TV, collected Jan’s bag whilst she topped up their wine and headed off to the bedroom en-suite preparing herself for a little anal action before climbing nude into bed awaiting her husband not knowing what his thoughts were in relation to all she had told him about her trip to Sydney. Jim sat on the side of the bed & picking up the two glasses passed one wine to Jan and said hear is to my lovely sexy wife, I love you Jan, missed you and to be perfectly honest I’m not.