Jacqueline's Family Home

From the outside this house looks warm and cozy, it has been built with brown stones and has walnut wood decorations. Tall, rounded windows add to the overall style of the house and have been added to the house in a fairly asymmetrical pattern.

The house is equipped with a huge kitchen and one large bathroom, it also has a cozy living room, five bedrooms, a large dining area and a roomy garage.

The building is shaped like an L. The extension extends into cloth sunscreens circling around half the house.
The second floor is smaller than the first, which, in combination with its placement, creates an original look. This floor has a slightly different style than the floor below.

The roof is high and triangular and is covered with overlapping roof tiles. One small chimney sits at the side of the house. Two roof terraces let in plenty of light to the rooms below the roof.
The house itself is surrounded by a modest garden, with mostly grass and a few small trees.

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Jacqueline stepped inside the modest family home and sighed. "What a day..." she says stepping into the living room. She frowned slightly looking around the place. It was rather empty, and had been since Pa died. She took off her father's hat and placed it on the coat rack before heading upstairs where the large bathroom was. It seemed Belle wasn't inside the Sieversii Ancestral Home, it was possible the young girl was either goofing off in the orchard or was at her own place on the other side of the farm land. She opened the bathroom door and slipped inside. Clean white tile glistened and gleamed, while the beautiful farm hand turned on the faucet and began peeling off her dirty clothes. She examined her tall, naked self in the large mirror, ignoring the dirt and crud which had accumulated after today's grind. She lifted her naked breasts, the pink nipples at the center of both like tiny stones amidst the bobbing pillowy breasts. She chuckled, shaking her head left to right with a sly look on her face before she entered the spray of water from the shower head.

She washed up, thinking she would perhaps just take Belle with her to the Gunslinger Association. Though Jack wasn't an official Gunslinger, she was sure that her father's name would be able to get them an audience to meet with people who know what's going on. While at the same time, it would allow them to peddle their wares in Danton's Market, and let Jack take a look at who else is wanted by the constabulary.

Once finished, she took a towel off the rack and dried her self off, wrapping it around her curvaceous bodice tightly, her breasts forced tightly together and bouncing as she tied the towel on. She combed and dried her hair with the loud hair dryer, smiling at the beautiful green eyed blond girl looking back at her in the mirror. She'd been to the Association once or twice before, with her Pa. Many of the Association's members were terrifying looking, but most were nice. She could remember that one Gunman, the one who'd gone Exeter like her father and being extremely handsome and especially nice. It was the last time she went with her Pa to the Danton City Association HQ, she was about fourteen at the time, but she couldn't help but have a crush on the man whom her father had been pals with. Long brownish red hair, deep blue eyes, pearly white smile... she remembered awkwardly stating: "Can I marry you?" since she was hopeless back then. Her father and the man laughed, and she could remember him saying he was already happily married.

She found herself blushing after recalling the memory and had to suppress a chuckle. "Gods, I must still be hopeless." She strained, her voice light and merry. She couldn't even remember the man's name, but still that memory was a strong one for her. She could sense something odd about him, but in a good way.

After her hair was dry and combed she made her way to her bedroom, grabbing some clothes from the drawer, as she was planning to have a ride on Blossom, her mare she's raised since she was a filly. She grabbed a low cut & cropped white tank top, a white pair of low rise tanga's with a matching lace bra, brown short-shorts, and her garter and thigh highs. She slipped on the tanga first, letting the elastic band snap against the sides of her hips while her underwear rid up between the jiggly folds of her ass. She then slid her arms through the bra's straps, clasping it from behind, and supporting those massive DD tits of hers. She sighed, crossing her arms, inadvertently squishing her breasts together as she rubbed her sore shoulders. "Damn these things get heavy..." she admitted, before slipping on the crop top t-shirt. The top was cut low enough to show her lovely cleavage and cropped to show off her lovely abs and core. The short sleeves snugly fit around her biceps and the shirt itself was tight enough to support her massive boobs without the aid of the bra; but the bra helped reduce embarrassing unneeded bouncing, that tended to get more in the way. She tied the lower end of her hair together with a hair tie and let it fall over her left shoulder. She smiled, taking a brown leather choker and snapped it around her neck while she was at it.

Looking at the mirror in her modest bedroom, she could see the afternoon landscape begin to settle into dusk, a bluish purple tint was permeating the outside world. It also allowed her to see the barn somewhat, at least the upper half of the doors and the tiled roof. She closed her lovely green eyes and giggled, thinking of how she scared one of her brothers in there a few years ago. It was sad though... most of the family didn't live on the Ranch anymore. She wished she had some company around these lonely parts. Admittedly, she's thought of going to Danton's Pub, getting drunk and see where the night took her afterwards, though it was both stupid and reckless. She chuckled lowly, sadly even as she shook her head. "Well, I'm sure there's someone out there for me, my time's just not arrived yet." she says with a sad, but hopeful tone.

She then slipped on her tight brown short-shorts. They were tight enough for one to see her panties, the pantylines visible through the material at times. She then slipped over the garter belt and slid up her tight thigh highs, connecting the garters to the thigh highs for added support. She was then finished, falling back onto the bed with a comforted sigh, arms and legs spread out. Opening up her eyes, she stared at the ceiling and blinked her long lashes. The ceiling was white with places where tape had hung posters and other such things when she was a child. She'd have to make dinner shortly before her night ride, and of course invite Belle over. She closed her eyes and took in the isolation, which felt both nice...and depressing.

Jack's eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling again. It was the rattling of the windows which kept her from sleeping, which would have been bad. She sat up, stretching out her arms with a sigh, her large breasts behind the white cropped tank falling and bounced about with a sexy jiggle. She yawned, left eye winking as she stretched her arms above her head and heard them crack. She turned to look out the window, noticing the sky was already dark, as it turned to dusk. "Hmmmm....I should drive over to Belle's and drag her over for dinner before it gets too dark out. Then I'll take Blossom out for a ride... Hm... Looks like it may get cold out..." she mumbled, stretching as she sat upon her knees on the bed.

She removed herself from it, slipping on a black pair of fingerless gloves and then her tall cowboy boots before she grabbed the brown leather jacket from her closet. Slipping it on with a dreamy grin, she made her way back down stairs, not forgetting to grab her father's hat before she stepped out of the house. Outside, dawning her hat once more, she grinned and made her way to the truck beside the barn.