His new wife, Brenda, was still out at the car, gathering her purse and various other things she apparently needed right then. We were standing in the...living room, just chatting and trying to catch up on all the years that had passed, when she came in through the front door. She was a short, blonde girl with nice breasts and lovely legs. She was Brooke! She gave not a sign that she recognized me. Robert introduced her to Janice and me. "Brenda, this is my sister Janice and my brother Peter. You. “Okay Thanks.” The Woman was gathering up her clothing and headed for the stream as Hank forced him back to the buckboard and his saddle bags where he uncoiled his rope and tied the man,s hands securely behind his back. “I should shoot you like you shot him, but I,ll let a jury do the job!” He told him as he secured him to the rear wheel of the buck board. “Back with the lady in a minute!” “She Ain,t no lady! Hank returned to the creek and the woman who was now dressed fully again, her tears. When I was nine, I never quite understood that label. I knew it wasn’t good, in fact, I knew it was bad. Still, I always wondered what it would be like to be with a loose woman just to watch her smoke. Little did I know in a few short years I’d desire to do more than just smoke with a loose woman. Mom followed the other rules laid down for smoke. She never smoked on the street, in another person’s house or the car, and only in a restaurant, if Dad was at the same table. But in the privacy of. She swayed and had to use her arms to regain her balance. I looked at her. She was exhausted and in pain, crusty patches of cum along the insides of her legs, the backs of her thighs, and all over her face and neck. The burlap was scraping her raw flesh and her ass was still sore from the workout at the strip club. She was getting exactly what she told me she wanted."Come on, then!" Bill barked. Daisy raised her head sharply, obediently, and, with a supreme effort, started shuffling toward the.