JACK'S PANTS temporarily taking on the role of
ENNIS'S PERKY-PRINT JAMMY BOTTOMS -
** Mm-m-m....I feel so much better now-- back where I belong, cradling my cowboy's magnificent backside and glorious frontside, along with his long, lean, hard-as-a rock muscled legs with their soft-as-a-baby-woolie skin (thanks, JBB
) . ALMA just took me off the clothesline today and I have that Big Wonderful Wyoming WIND scent permeating my 80-thread-count self. There was no mistaking that look she gave me as she pressed me to her face for a deep sniff.... satisfaction that she had scrubbed me (viciously) hard enough to remove the traces of.... what she frequently found dried in patches on my thigh area. ALMA had been both hurt and baffled by what she discovered her husband liked to do in the wee morning hours when he thought she was asleep. One time she actually turned over and saw me pulled down a ways onto ENNIS'S thighs. She got an eye-full all right, and an ear-full, too, although she couldn't make out what he was muttering as he neared completion of this special and private activity of his--- it sounded something like... 'Chack-fa Queen-Dwist??' ALMA had tried desperately to decipher ENNIS'S words, sure they would be a clue in helping her find out if her husband was attracted to (or having an affair with) some other woman in Riverton. He sure wasn't giving her the kind of loving a man should be giving his wife. Now here's ALMA again... trying to get ENNIS to drop me so she can work her little housewifely magic on him.... Newsflash, ALMA, he's going to flip you over like a hot griddlecake and give it to you like a love-starved sheepherder whether you like it or not. **
%% Ha! That old RAG-a-muffin ain't got nothin' on me... that smart-alec-y WARSHRAG struttin' around with all his
rag-hags admirers in tow... thinks he's all that because he gets to warsh the man's goobly-bits once in a while. Sorry, Bud, but I got ya beat.... I get to stay wrapped around all those heavenly parts all night long... and some 'o those nights I get to soak up some VERY special offerings from our love-sick cowboy. I am one lucky pair of JAMMY PANTS. *dee-e-ep sigh...* %%