Clint looked her over. She appeared to be a fine specimen of womanhood. He guessed that she was about the same shape as Janie, only not as tall. Her h...ir was flaming red and skin pale as alabaster. He guessed her age to be mid-thirties, but he could be way off in this time period. People aged faster in the Wild West. The emerald green of her iris’s almost glowed with gratitude when she finally looked him in the eyes.Janie was holding her hands and Clint placed his hands on top of hers. He. It was something fascinating I had found in myself, this strange attachment that kept this tortured little creature close at hand and allowed her to sleep in my private rooms.But of course there were other not so glamorous parts of the underworld and it would be these parts that started this little twisted tale. It was rare that I made mistakes anymore and I had been shot exactly three other times in my life. All three were in my younger days when I was more reckless and took more risks. Those. My eyes were not on the pancakes. My mother's sweet tits were almost totally visible under her thin pink nightgown. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. I could tell she knew where my eyes were."I can see you are hungry," she said, holding the pancakes out.We both knew that I was hungry, but not only for the pancakes.After I devoured the pancakes I went to the garage and worked on the car, spilling oil and losing the oil plug in the bucket of old oil. For some reason my mind was not on. Having her asshole penetrated was something relatively new for the both of them. But from the first time she tried it, Jasmine was addicted to it. And she knew what Rose wanted from her.“You dirty bitch" Jasmine moaned “Trying to make me squirt aren’t you?” Rose, unable to answer was lapping at her friend’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. While her index and middle finger were fucking Jasmine’s anal love hole and it didn’t take long before Jasmine started to grind her hips on her mouth. “Oh.