She was also carrying a shotgun. She held it canted downwards and to the left as she walked. The six men with her were similarly armed. They were youn...ger than she was, but they were all definitely in their thirties. As for the locals, a few had bows, but most of them were armed with atlatls.I felt reasonably safe where I was. The river that stood between us was a little over fifty feet wide. I’d measured the distance with my laser range finder just to be sure. In addition, I was another ten. As I moved to the back of the shopin order to escape I quickly considered the noise the back door would makewhen I shoved it open to leave. In less than a second I made up my mind toforget about trying to leave and decided it would be better to hideinstead. There were three rooms in my father's shop and I chose the roomhe used to store machines and also a lot of junk since I knew he unlikelyto enter this room. I ducked under a low table that was pinned in withjunk just as I heard my fathers. As she set her sari aside Pushpa was thrilled to see that Smitha had worn a blouse which had hooks in the front. This inspired her and without hurrying, she looked at her wounds and touching them softly she said 'they are looking better today.'Smitha nodded her head in reply and nuzzled her head deep in the pillow.Pushpa finding Smitha in a lively mood asked her softly 'do you want me to apply cream or do you want me powder your back.''As you wish' she replied.'Then let me apply the cream'. Emily becomes conscious of his hardening erection against her backside in their joint effort. “I’ll stand back and let you take the next one on your own,” says Jim with a smile, as he stands back against the tool counter to watch. Determined to show that she can do it, Emily deftly grabs a smaller beast and mounts it quickly like a very small pony. She starts to shear it as it put up a big fight, during which her woolen skirt rides up many times at the back to reveal her very bare pink bottom.