I kin look like a harmless kid when I need ta. I've been told that I could even look like a woman ifen I tried." Naw, ya'd never manage ta look like a... woman. But that would be a good joke ta pull on some galoot what was lookin' fer a good time." Well, I ain't wanted ta look like a woman, yet, but the situation might come up. Thanks fer the posters. Be seein' ya."Jane took the posters to the nearest saloon, it was time for a beer. She was sitting at a table sipping her beer and looking through. She hears him grunt and feels him moving faster and knows she's not ready for it to end yet. She stops him and turns onto her stomach. She grips the sheets as this position fills her even more. She feels his lips and tongue on the back of her neck then his teeth on her shoulder as he drives himself into her and then she begins to cum. Now she is moaning so loud that she's certain the neighbors can hear but she doesn't care. Fuck me harder, yes yes was about all she could manage to get out. The metal was molded over her exposed hand, and the initiation was complete when the weapon was made. Many questioned why she used her left hand. She could injure someone with her left and punch another with her right. Composed and shaped of hot metal and human tools, the Claw was considered one of the most deadly weapons of the gang world. It took the form of brass knuckles, but on top of the metal was a solitary blade, curved towards the fingers like a small dagger sharpened to perfection.. Her hair, indeed nearly her entire dress, was soaking wet and the wind had it pinned tightly to her petite, soft body. The streets were nearly empty of both cars and people, not surprising considering the almost cyclonic conditions. With no weather protection available she never bothered to shield herself from the torrential downpour. Only about fifty metres away was the railway station and ninety minutes later she would be home, naked and being fucked.She heard the familiar sound of a train.