.. so i worked the ad, and set a date..living up in westchester, I picked her up from the train... she really was as advertised... very nice, very shy... and very big... as she got off, she had on tight tight jeans which made her belly hang right over, with a shirt that barely covered... right away, I got the negotiation/money aspect out of the way... she agreed to spend the nite...Told her that I was just looking for a girlfriend/date type thing, no pressure, no expectations, just hang out and. They weren’t allowed to wear their guns when they went across the river to Tulsa, but they were told to wear their new hunting knives wherever they went.The men at the depot noticed the difference in the six boys from over on Crow Ridge when they came in to check for telegraph messages for the marshals. The men at Perryman’s Store, where the post office was located, saw the difference too. None of them could pin down just what made them different, but there was a noticeable difference in the. " Helping him up off the sofa I took his shirt off for him. Revealing a pretty fit body underneath. I couldn't help but grin as I bent down and pulled his shoes off. I found myself topple forward onto my knees at this point. I looked up into Steve's eyes as I undid his belt. He didn't break eye contact as I undid his trousers. There was some kind of intense look in his eyes. As his trousers feel down around his ankles. The bulge in his tight Calvin Kleins was evident. It was directly in front. So late in the evening she forgot she unbuttoned her shirt for some extra air and as she leaned into Mikes car window he didn't hear a word, he just kept staring at her double D's almost falling out of black lace bra. "License and registration, please," she repeated."I'm not that drunk," Mike said as he gave her both hi license and registration, still staring at her chest; admiring the way her clothing clung tightly to her in the evening humidity. Clare knew he was staring, drunk. He couldn't.