Tiffany Ann set the edge of the bed, her pale breasts gentle movin' n soft smilin' up at Lucas as she worked the shavin' soap in the heavy cup n brush set to a rich, thick lather.
"Linda Jean sent your razor n a fresh made shirt. She's concerned about you... Stayin' here in town n all L.B.."
Lucas was sit-layin' on the bed, back against the pillows watchin' her. She liked how his eyes would move from hers to enjoy the soft movin' of her breasts n then back to her eyes again. Lucas had one of those new kinda looks on his face they'd share since they'd become intimate... One she were not quite sure of.
"You know you got the whole town waggin' their tongues girl. You bein' here in town n not wearin' your mournin' dress n bonnet."
She knew and didn't give two hoots or a damn.
"I'm sorry Lucas, but I had the man at the welcome desk make sure I had a room far away from you n mama stayin' in a room center between us. Besides, the Reverand Stouts stoppet by n said there were no sense in me mourning over Jack any more seein' how he did us and our son."
Lucas Blake half smiled.
"That 'gentleman' at the desk is Fritz Schmidt, Helgas husband. He were a brewer back in Germany; made beer. After things settle a bit, he'll bein' doin' the same here... For us. He don't know that yet, but you'd do well to quietly put that fact inta that pretty little head of yours n do what's right by 'im."
Tiff reached next to Lucas n took the foldet towel off the near table n laid it over his lap. Gently, she ran the tip of her finger over the long, hard pink scar that ran from his side up n across his chest t'ward his shoulder.
"I think me n Mama need to head home this morning Lucas. Linda Jean should know all the happenin's these past few days n not from someone else."
"All of 'em?"
He reached out n circled her sleepin' nipple. She giggled a bit as she spread the lightly scented lather over the near side of his face, chin n neck. He gently tweaked the rising puffy pink skin 'fore he settled back again. She lifted the side of his face with her forefinger n thumb as she peered over her pretty little upturnt nose.
"You mite want to let that be L.B., I'll need a steady hand here."
Three wide swipes cleart a day of stubble from most that side of his face. A quick wipin' of the gleamin' steel on the towel n movin' her hand some n she slow shaved his neck n chin.
"Easy now."
A soft giggle.
"Hush you."
The straight razor scraped a bit here n there n then she were turnin' his face. The soap was rubbed on the other side n the straight razor made short work of her chosen chore. A gentle wipin' with the towel n Lucas was runnin' his fingertips over his fresh smootht skin.
"You missed above my lip."
She folded the straight razor into it's walnut handle n gathered the towel.
"I told you I wanted to see you with a mustache L.B.."
Luke wrinkled his forehead as he lookt at 'er.
"Your wife agrees with me."
Tiffany Ann ran her finger over the neglected skin above his lip.
"Two weeks, maybe three n we all can decide."
Lucas took her by the wrist n drew her close. Closin' his mouth over hers for a gentle kiss, he weren't ready for her to push her tongue inta his mouth. He lingered a bit, enjoyin' her attentions 'fore easin' her away.
"You best get to your own room n mess up the bed some. Jist in case someone comes lookin'."
She reached down n rubbed the slow swellin' bulge under the sheet just below his waist n looket over her shoulder at the still dark window.
"It's early yet L.B."
She closed her fingers around the hardening flesh.
"Don't you ever get enough Tiff."
She pouted a bit before runnin' her hand up n then under the sheet coverin' his waist.
"Not lately."
Lucas grunted when her small fingers took hold of what she'd been teasin'.
"I know this belongs to Linda Jean at the ranch... But we're not at the ranch now."
She squeezed tite before movin' her fingers slow up n down.
"I do love this cock Lucas."
She looket deep inta his eyes, searchin' for what reaction she'd get with her vulgar words. Lucas let her know by pullin' her mouth to his. His kiss was hungry, even after all they shared the night before. His hand slipped between her thighs, cuppin' her tender 'pink little pussy' as he called it. She broke the kiss.
"Mmmm... You gonna make your little whore do more bad things again L.B.?"
There wasn't the kindness she had had earlier as his fingers prodded then thrust deep inside. Her quick need n the long night's leavin's eased the hurt from the deep invasion.
"Oh gawd...."
Pullin' her arm hard, she found herself laid next to him as his fingers kept up the rough penetration, turnin' n twistin'. She opened her pale thighs wider. His green eyes flashed as she lifted her hips inta the two fingers bored deep inside.
"This what you want Tiff? Treated like sum gal that's been bought n paid for."
His thumb found her clit as he curled his fingers upward. His mouth found her taut nipple, suckin' it hard before swallowin' as much of her breast as he could. She lifted her hips higher to get more of him as his free hand found her other breast, fingers closin' hard on her nipples tip. Her long hiss ended with a deep groan as the delicate skin tightened far inside. He slowed his attack on her quick wettin' sex. She rolled her red, tightened face. His mouth explored her bristling skin...
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A very pleased Tiffany Ann cuddled close, her fingers wandering over the front of his shoulders as she lay close as she could on his chest.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you Lucas Blake."
He kissed the top of her damp, straw colored hair. She tightened her well used pussy around the softenin' flesh that was still left inside.
"Mmmm... We got plenty of time Tiff."
She rubbed her cheek against him, drawin' his scent deep inside.
"Do we Lucas... I see the way Sally looks at you and I notice the other two whores tryin' to keep their soft looks at ya hidden from both her and me..."
She playfully slippet her hand between 'em tuggin' at his nipple.
"...You gonna add a redhead to your stable L.B.?"
He chuckled.
"I don't think I'll be able handle that with all your wantin' ways Missy... But the thought has occurred to m..."
Tiffany's fingers bit hard...
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Sally Tart fended sleep as Stephen Bennett, quiet as could be, slippet from her bed. He was a good-looking young man. Clean n neat and a fair kisser too. He was unsure of himself when she encouraged him to join her for a walk after dinner n skittish when she finally led him up to her room. Sally had never had to ask any man she wanted to join her, but Stephen was shy: near timid. She'd dealt with shy before, but not this kind.
He'd been mostly quiet this evening as the Blake's n their friends enjoyed Lucas's 'full exoneration' as Pickett called it. The gathering enjoyed a fine dinner Helga had made special, including two different kinds of pie n something called strudel. During drinks afterwards, Lucas had asked her quietly to make Stephen a man.
She didn't hesitate, but this one was a hard nut to crack. He were restless when she tried to kiss him... Shied away when she put her hand on his manhood. He wasn't rude, just distent. His eyes were honest when he told she was the prettiest woman he'd ever spent time with, but what he'd really like was to just hold her close... Maybe cuddle a bit.
She didn't push it, deciding that she'd try n ease him into a bit more intimacy as the night passed. She'd fallen asleep in his arms, her cheek laid against his chest n wrapped tight in his arms...
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The future Mrs. Tee laid quietly in 'er bed watching the slow comin' mornin' light peek around the fancy calico n lace curtains pulled tite over the window. She kinda liked her first stay in a hotel. Besides store bought, hot ironed sheets, she had what they called a commode closet; a fancy chamber pot in a nice cabinet with a cleant wash basin n a large pitcher filled with fresh water on it's polished top. Of course, having that bastard Pickett give up the nicest room in the hotel for her was just icin' on the cake.
Though she wouldn't have refused a late-evenin' ride back to the ranch to be with her daughter, Linda Jean, this was nice. She'd taken note how her youngest, the most pregnant woman she'd ever seen, struggled with gettin' up to help with the alterations to her near black crepe mournin' dress she were to wear on her first trip to town since J.D.'s passing. It were Luna that finally asked if Linda Jean mite help with alterin' Stephen's Sunday shirts knowin' that would keep her daughter sittin' n off her feet. The closeness Luna had with both her daughters made her more than a blessin'. Just another member of the Blake family now.
Debra Ann thought on how the sometimes-nervous young Stephen was havin' a hard time bein' part of the ever growin' Blake clan. Like her daughters, she had no idea what Lucas had planned for the boy. She did take note of Sally spendin' more time with 'im then she felt proper durin' n then after dinner...
Closin' her eyes, she remembered hearin' Tiffany earlier as she tried to quietly return to her own room that were right next to hers. She knew the sounds her oldest daughter made when she tried to do such things. Lucas had found some way to make her oldest daughter feel good again, bringing 'er back from the dark place her marriage had sent her.
If someone had said years ago when Lucas Blake was brought into their lives that things would be anywhere near what they were fast becoming, she'd slappet the taste outta their mouth.
She wanted to linger here a bit longer, thinkin' about this n that, but thoughts of Horace Pickett kept crowdin' her mind. The way he avoided her eyes yesterday at the inquiry n then after bein' special nice, shared their victory dinner. Shared. That bastard figured he'd gotten away with it. She weren't sure how she managed to keep a smile on her face when he'd try n chat then talk with her a bit. She 'playet him like a fish' like J.D. used to say, even fetchin' him a drink once when his near emptied.
Then she watchet as Lucas n Quick helpet 'im to his room when he had bit to much to drink. (Edith Nelson always kept a bit of laudanum in the storeroom at the Mercantile). She marked the time close, then excused herself to those that mattered to go up to her own room. There were enough shenanigans goin' on to make her leavin' near unnoticed...
