I'll either be right back, or be puttin' together a posse, maybe, so stick around."The door banged open and Sheriff Miller strode in, his pistol in hi... hand. Right behind him were George Watkins, Mayor Robinson and Lawrence Thistledown, who ran the Bar Under W ranch. The men were confronted by the sight of two women, one wearing a dress, and the other in buckskin, peering at an open book on the wooden table in the middle of the room. A lamp was on the table not far from the book. Both women. She gave him a quick kiss, got out of bed, grabbed her backpack, and headed for the bathroom. After a long, much needed pee, she quick rinsed off in the shower, then toweled dry and brushed her teeth. For a moment, she thought about putting on some make-up, maybe just a little around her eyes, but decided against it. Kirk would have to take her the way nature intended.Before leaving, she automatically inspected herself in the mirror. Nature, she knew, had been kind to her. Granted, Kirk had. My Mistress was looking forward to shaving my pussy. And she was determined to make a big event out of it. She stopped short of inviting friends and neighbours to watch, but my Master kept his eyes glued to my pussy while my Mistress went through an elaborate process of first trimming my pubic hair with scissors, then moistening the remaining stubbles, applying plenty of shaving foam, and finally removing the last vestiges of hair with a barber's razor. She didn't even need to order me to stay. It was a real money maker, she thought as she giggled in her brain. Her hands had covered her breasts after they had stopped bouncing up and down. She proceeded to again expose her tits by gradually removing her hands as she caressed and played with them. She cupped them with one hand and then the other. She traced little circles around her areolae and finally pinched each nipple. She elevated each nipple and tried to take the nipples into her mouth but her young taut Cooper's ligaments would.