Ellie looked up from an IBM Selectric typewriter. A selection of the new spinning font ball typing elements lay beside the machine. Her hands were pro...ected in latex gloves.“Oh, hello Sheriff! You’ve caught me at a bad moment, I’m afraid.” She scowled slightly, her face shadowed under a green clerk’s eyeshade. A dark blue apron covered her tight-waisted linen blouse that rose to flared shoulder puffs over scarlet-striped sleeves. The sleeves narrowed to end in ribbon-entwined lace cuffs. Her. For this reason as she became of age I arranged for her to marry one Humphrey Raymond, a dear friend of mine, recently widowed.Humphrey could have been the inspiration for the Humpty Dumpty fable, very near as big round as he was tall he did not wear his sixty years well, but he was like an older brother to me, the sort who puts frogs in ones boots and tells tales to Mama.There was just the problem of Lavinia’s lost maidenhood, so I hatched a plot to resolve that issue.“Droit de Signeur,” my. .."June didn't want to argue. She just turned and left, closing the door behind her.How the fuck did I just lose June?Before I could even fathom what just happened, there was another knock."June?" It's Merry," Merry said, opening the door. "June's going to take me home." Wait!" I said, but Merry didn't wait. She left and the door closed again.Lynette was next. "I'm leaving, too, Jim," she said. "Kris should be back tomorrow. Have her call me." Lynette! Please bring everybody back here!" They. “Puh-uh-uh-le-ee-ease” she tried. I allowed myself to think she was begging for more, though it was probably for mercy. I was now sliding in and out of her pussy with a ferocity I didn’t know was possible. My hard and swollen cock bashing into her cervix with its length against her small frame. I briefly pulled out and she was immobilized, truly like prey. I raked my hands over her waist and torso, pushing up her shirt to reveal a lace white bra. I dragged that off her as well and was rewarded.