" All in all, the language would have sounded very stilted to us in the 21st Century, but our language will probably be just as weird to people of 150...years from now.I got my start as a gunslinger sort of in a sidewise manner. I was born in Missouri, not too far from Branson. It was kind of out in the sticks where Pa had his farm, but we were close enough ta town that Ma insisted that I go ta school. Now, I do not claim ta be a brain or nothin', but I did spend four years in Purgatory,. He caught me by the throat and pinned me to the brick wall.“My, my, what lovely skin you have!” he cooed as he trailed another hand down my body, groping my ass and squeezing until he was sure I was bruised. “Little Red, what a lovely ass you have. I was going to let you go but now I must have a taste of your goodies, I simply can’t resist.” He pulled out a small towel from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth as my eyes filled with tears and I tried to fight back. My throws never made. " I pulled away and looked up at her, "What? When?" I asked, shocked. I had grown up on the same street as Phil and we now drank in the same pub. When I had first taken Sharron to my local, Phil had mentioned that he knew her, but he had never said exactly how well he knew her! "Keep licking or I stop talking," she said, pushing my face back into her pussy. I held onto her hips and slowly licked her pussy lips. First one then the other. "Yeah, that's nice," Sharron purred. "I met him in a. Dad is supposed to get me a new with the money we got from the old car, but he hasn’t had a chance yet. He said he would get me one in a few weeks, once we are settled in.’ ‘Nice Dude! May be you can give us a ride when you get it?’ ‘You bet! Is that the same bus stop for all the busses?’ ‘Yea it is. You want your sisters to tag along?’ ‘Yea, that would be cool. They like it when big brother is around to protect them.’ I chuckled in my mock manly voice. ‘Yea what about Kim, she seemed kinda.