Boots looked down at her own breasts, which looked a little larger than Millie's, to her mind. She didn't like looking at her breasts. Her own nipples...reminded her of a man she had seen once, another trapper, who had eyes that looked in different directions. She never knew his name; only that Jasper knew him from before he had bought Boots. They had run into the man on the trail, and the men decided to camp together that night. The man had shown Jasper four or five gold nuggets he claimed to. The streets were noticeably denuded of human movement with all citizens taking refuge behind locked doors until the fracas was ended one way or the other.The children were all safe in their beds and the church going residents decided to postpone their Sunday excursions until after the festivities were concluded.Even the Long Branch was shuttered up and the passel of whores were taking the day off to catch up on much needed sleep.There was a fair smattering of jailbirds happy to be locked up in. But I still found a way to gain that access.I slowly, silently unzipped my pants and slipped my right hand inside. My own black cotton panties were a bit wet. My fingers worked their way under the side elastic and found my throbbing clit. I leaned over the book, deep in concentration... concentrating solely on my clit, that is. By leaning over, my pussy was now against the rough upholstered seat. My legs spread, I could rock my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy while massaging my clit.My head was. ‘It’s in the third drawer, with the book’ Tom responded. Once Rose had a condom, she closed the drawer and returned to bed, at first sitting on the edge. Then, she removed her shirt, so that both were now completely nude. Rose saw that Tom from lack of doing anything had started to soften, or his dick had at least, so she gave that some attention first, stroking his shaft and playing with his balls intermittently with rubdowns of both inner thighs. Tom really liked the rubdowns and the.