One part amused and one part ready to bolt is definitely a good way to approach her.
Without even thinking about it, she pushes her foot back against his hand almost the second he lets go. She hadn't said stop and although it's a small, subconscious reaction that she's developed through extensive pampering, it's a testament to that pushy nature of hers. (As if the way she'd barked orders at him last night wasn't enough to convey that.)
"Not bad." She says, eying up the rifle he's pointed out. She spends a few more seconds investigating until a thought occurs to her. "Hey, haveya ever met my girls?" Technically she calls her tits 'her girls' but she calls her pistols that too, so she's sort of leaving it up to him to figure out what she's referring to.
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Without even thinking about it, she pushes her foot back against his hand almost the second he lets go. She hadn't said stop and although it's a small, subconscious reaction that she's developed through extensive pampering, it's a testament to that pushy nature of hers. (As if the way she'd barked orders at him last night wasn't enough to convey that.)
"Not bad." She says, eying up the rifle he's pointed out. She spends a few more seconds investigating until a thought occurs to her. "Hey, haveya ever met my girls?" Technically she calls her tits 'her girls' but she calls her pistols that too, so she's sort of leaving it up to him to figure out what she's referring to.