Greetings Lady Andarta

Kitchen BackDoor
(I got it...lol)

wetting her lips, her spine arching as her tits thrust forward towards You

Kitchen BackDoor
She winked up to him when he mentioned savoring the stew later

"I have been known to be right half the time."

She quieted as she began to step towards the foyer with you following behind her. When she stepped into the room she moved off to the side to be out your way, but close enough for you to feel her support.

She looked to the Marshal when you greeted him, then her blue eyes found you

Watching closely as you make your way to My feet biting My nails as you do

waving from the door at all in here...

i am here, Mistress Ishtar

Hmmmmmm wondering if we have lost the girl

Good night 💋

Foyer
Marshal Colton's gaze met Zebediah's with a hint of acknowledgment.

"Evening, Zebediah,"

he replied evenly, his tone carrying a weight of seriousness.

"Word travels fast in these parts, especially when it's about something like this."

He gestured vaguely, indicating the situation without delving into specifics just yet.

"Mind if we step inside and have a chat? There are a few things I need to discuss with you."

Ah, nice snifter of bourbon in palm of hand

*poking decayed head in for a few moments*

Foyer
(half that goes in here lol)

Kitchen
Zebediah gave Blaze a reassuring smile, appreciating her efforts to lighten the mood despite the circumstances. He returned the gesture, the brief touch of their foreheads a silent promise of support.

"I appreciate it, Blaze. I'll make sure to savor it later,"

He replied, his tone carrying a note of gratitude.

Her chuckle brought a small smile to his lips, and he nodded in agreement.

"You're probably right about that,"

He said with a hint of amusement.

As she headed towards the foyer, Zebediah followed behind her, his demeanor composed but wary. He knew questions would be answered, and he was prepared to face them head-on.

Zebediah stepped into the foyer behind Blaze, his expression neutral but welcoming as he approached Marshal Colton McCallister.

"Evening, Marshal,"

He greeted, his voice steady despite the undercurrent of tension in the air.

"Wondered how long it would take before you found your way out this direction."

After all, there is no sense in beating around the bush there. We all know why you are here.

night night Jilly....

😀😀😘😉 time to scram you guys be good
Nite couch

Sharko by waves bye

Points to My feet come let Me get a better look at you

And I need help to get my garden tiller running every spring

steps up to my bartender and talks with them

winks playfully