Lucy took girls my hand and led Max and me to the rear of the house. I could have picked out her father even without Lucy as my guide. He was brunettes holding court and smugly stating his views on some hot controversy to the avid audience. He was tall with silver hair and he was wearing one of those shirts that are made to be worn un-tucked. Mine wasn’t tucked in either, but that was to hide my pistol. Lucy led me over to meet her father. “Daddy, this is Marshal Matt Cahill. Matt, my father, Jonathan Bascomb.” We shook hands and he tried to squeeze my hand—an obvious attempt at dominance, but a failed one. Anyone else, I might have broken the bones in softcore his hand, but I’d be asking this man an important question later so I wanted to stay on his good side. “I always appreciate a firm handshake, Sir; a pleasure to meet you.” “I’ve heard good things about you, Marshal. I especially appreciate the way you apprehended those criminals Friday afternoon and I assume this is your dog. Max, isn’t it?” “Yes, this is Max, but don’t try to pet him unless I give him the okay.” “Really? Is he that dangerous?” “He can be and he will if he sees someone threatening either Lucy or me.” “Lucy? I think you mean Lucille.” “I’ve always called her Lucy and she has never striptease objected. When she does I’ll call her something else…whatever she wants.” “It sounds like you plan on sticking around, Marshal.” I had to laugh. “I’ve heard you have an excellent network of informants so I’m erotic sure you know that I’ve been offered the position teasing of chief of police. I’m also sure you know that the official appointment will be Tuesday evening, so—yes—I am thinking of sticking around, probably for a long time. Meanwhile, why don’t you call me Matt?” Now it was his turn to chuckle. “I like a man who’s direct, Matt. Come with me and I’ll introduce you to Lucille’s mother.” I walked with him to a group of women and, again, I was sure which one was his wife before the introduction. As Natalie and Lucas got up to start their routine moonlit walk along the surf, Pakpao also got up and, grabbing my arm, girls started to lead me towards the sofa-swing. She said motivationally, softcore cracking a smile. curious whether they had stripped naked and fondled erotic each other while they were practicing how to kiss. Your daughters are all celebrities over there.” Seeing Janet, she stopped she got out of the car to talk to her, both women kidded about not getting enough sex from there husbands. In 4 consecutive teasing stalls were the 3 cows obviously in labor and a fourth cow very much pregnant. I had barely knocked on her door when she flung it open. "I'm gonna take her up a plate and sit with her for awhile." I’m not on the pill!” She suddenly realized how ridiculous that blurting brunettes admission now seemed, but her reddened cheeks suddenly chilled at the blonde rapist-murderer’s response. And, you know I am your only sister, right?” It’s really good otherwise, though. Remember when you asked me today what I thought you should do about your current situation. I pressed my tits tighter about his shaft, working my breasts up and down them, loving him. She took a deep breath and pulled up her shirt, letting her big naked striptease breasts swing free. “Oh Owen, Owen, make me cum again. I got the spare and the jack out of the car and went to work.