Jessica strips.

Jessica stood up and turned her back on Lisa. Crossing the barn the tall brunette gunslinger unbuckled her gunbelt and draped it over a beam. She slipped off her buckskin jacket and let it drop to the dirt floor. Leaning back against the wall she stared at Lisa and smiled as she slowly unbuttoned her white shirt.

"What are you doing?" Lisa asked nervously, twisting her wrists to test the knots holding her.

"Just making myself comfortable blondie." Jessica drawled huskily. "No reason I shouldn't take some pleasure with my ****."

"****?" Lisa asked with a tremor in her voice. "For what? I've done nothing to you."

"No? I'm Jessica Delver." Jessica replied.

Lisa went cold as she recognised the family name. Now that she knew she could see the resemblance between Jessica and the black lyncher's gunslinger that she'd left lying dead in the street outside the saloon. Jessica's smile widened as she saw the realisation in Lisa's eyes. She slipped her white shirt off and dropped it on top of her jacket. Her breasts, unfettered by underclothes bounced as she bent and removed her boots. Her long dark nipples already hardened from the cool air inside the barn and from the thrill of capturing her brother's killer.

"That was a fair fight." Lisa protested. "John left me ****. He threw down on me."

"Maybe so." Jessica said, tossing her cowboy boots onto the growing pile of clothing. "Makes no difference to me either way. John's dead and you're the bitch that shot him."

"I killed him in a fair fight." Lisa insisted. "Yet you trick me and **** me like a cowardly whore."

Jessica threw back her head and laughed. Her pert breasts jiggled as her body shook, the now rigid nipples hypnotically drawing Lisa's eyes as they weaved patterns in the chill air.

"If you were expecting a fair fight in return then you've met the wrong girl sugar." Jessica said in amusement. "Besides, just shooting you wouldn't have been any fun. No reason I shouldn't mix business with pleasue."

Jessica was wearing just her buckskin pants now. The material so tight against her skin that they showed every womanly curve. She pulled at rawhide laces that stitched the seams of the pants together at her calves and hips. Even with these laces loosened the pants were so skintight that she had some difficulty peeling the thin leather down her shapely legs. After a struggle she kicked the pants free and faced lisa Naked. Jessica had curves to make any man drool, her hips flared and her legs were long and shapely. Her ass was rounded and firm. Between her thighs, her dark pubic bush had been trimmed by razor to a thin verticle strip.

"Pleasure? What do you mean?" Lisa shouted. "You're going to **** me? But you're a woman."

Jessica laughed again. Her laughter sounded sweet and musical, shockingly childlike and innocent and totally at odds with her purpose. The dark haired gunslinger ran her hands over her naked body. The way her eyes became heavy lidded and her body shivered as her fingers caressed her own skin shocked Lisa. The woman seemed totally depraved and was clearly sexually aroused by her own touch. Jessica's hands cupped her breasts and her fingers dug into the soft flesh as she kneaded her own titflesh hard. She moaned throatily.

"Sugar, you must have had a sheltered life." Jessica murmered, continuing to caress and fondle herself as she spoke. "Man, woman what's the difference? I can get myself off just as good with either. And with a sweet lil thing like you I can be just as rough as I like."