He was Mister Conklin, the banker.“Getting a posse up,” said the man. “Been Indian trouble.” He turned toward the porch to shout.“Hey Sherif..., got another one for your posse here maybe. He’s a little young, but he’s wearin’ guns.”Frank looked up to see the Sheriff looking his way.“You’re one of the Collins boys, right?” asked the lawman.“Yessir,” answered Frank, slurring the two words together.“What’s going on?”“There’s been a man killed by Indians. One of those sheep herders that works for. You wear sheer stockings unless you wear no stockings at all. In either case your legs are a sight to behold. I often have trouble stopping myself from stealing a glance. From the corner of my eye I see your left leg bouncing lightly over your right knee. Gently at first, slowly increasing with intensity and purpose over the next ten minutes. It’s now that I notice the gold band choker around your neck. Unusual for you, as pearls most often drape beautifully around your neck. I wonder whether. " Thank you. Now, come and sit by me. I want to feel you close to me." I wasted no time in caressing her legs. She had such beautiful legs. But while I was massaging her calves, she reached into a drawer and pulled out a white cylindrical object that I had never seen before. I heard a small whirring sound coming from the object as she placed it near her crotch.Her legs stiffened and I watched as she closed her eyes and placed the thing deeper into her crotch. Then she raised her knees,. She married and continued to keep in touch with me over phone and the internet. Her husband, somehow snooped on her and found out that I was in touch with her as also touching her once in a way, he is a gentleman, but was soon moody. Pooja couldn’t care and because she was so damn sexy, no man who was with her could resist her and keep his hands to himself. When her husband came to know about our affair, he asked her to call me over and stay with them at their home in Madras, as he wanted to.