He kissed up further to her neck, then back down in between them. The whole time he was cupping them in his hands, squeezing and feeling their weight.... As he kissed in between them he moved his hands up very slowly. Soon he could feel the bumpy skin of her areolae under his thumb. Finally he found her nipples with the tips of his fingers. He let them gently brush over the tops of her hardened nubs and she let out a soft moan. After doing this a few more times she was beginning to shudder with. My wife agreed with that logic, but still expressed a bunch of her other concerns about being nude. My wife questioned the other woman about pretty much everything. "Do the guys gawk at you?" "Are all the women super thin and attractive?", "Do you have to be totally naked or is topless okay?" They answered all her questions, and I couldn't help but wonder if my wife was really considering this. As they explained, you do have to be totally naked, and that is for everyone's comfort. It would be. ” That gets odd looks from both the Sheriff and the Marshal. I walk over to the wounded man to look at his wound, and say, “That looks bad. Without a good supply of antibiotics you’ll have a case of gangrene real soon. Have an unpleasant death.” While I walk away I hear a gunshot behind me and I turn to see he’s blown his head off.The Sheriff says, “No gangrene from that if he cleaned it right.”I smile at him, “I know that, you know that, but that murdering bastard didn’t. Now I don’t have to. During the split second all this registered in Jase's mind, he instinctively just kept leaning and tumbled from the saddle into the roadside ditch. Bushwhacker!There was little to no cover in the shallow roadside ditch, so Jase just lay still where he landed on his stomach, playing 'possum. The horses had stopped a short distance away, along with Jase's Henry in the saddle boot. Nothing happened for a full ten minutes.The bushwhacker was being cautious, not trusting that Jase was really hard.