The Outlaw Lucie Wilde

their menfolk from chores and church and posses and cow herding and such...
Yep, them harpies made Lucie an outlaw...drove her into the desert with nothing but the lacy boulder holder on her 32F wonder-whammies and the rest of her purty duds...now Lucie is all alone in her hiding place near an abandoned mine...all tasty-like but with no gentlemen callers to pay her bazooms the attention they deserve...but Lucie wont fret, shell take care of herself until some brave stranger comes a-knockin...
Yessir, Lucie may be solo on the lam but shes got her weapon in the war against her fate...she aint gonna be sexshully frustrated none...not when shes got a flesh-colored doohickey she done ordered by mail from some newfangled company down Chicago w