”“Is it JimBob ... or a deputy?”The sheriff said, “Cora ... it’s JimBob. May I come in?”The sheriff was well acquainted with my wife. Usua...ly it was her calling him. Sometimes it was rustlers but once in a while it was for some damn would be rapist or child molester ... or maybe it was a combination. She answered the door to strangers with her S&W Model 66 in stainless and loaded with .357 magnum shells I had reloaded with mercury infused wax capped 90 grain hollow points loaded out to 2400. Will you?’ Cindy purred. So much for taking it slowly I thought, and moved over and put the glasses down on the table beside her. I moved in front of her and ran my fingers through her soft golden hair and bent and kissed her, our tongues swiftly searching out each other. She tasted softly of mint and her eyes closed and her mouth opened as I held her head in my hands. After a minute of deep kissing she broke contact and looked up at me, ‘I’m sorry Mr Matthews, but I don’t have much time. The prime suspect is rather something else. I look a lot like a little girl.Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. But it's not as far from the truth as I would like.For starters, I have a very young looking face. I try my best to hide it, I wear make-up every day, and try to act a bit grown up, but it ain't helping much.Also, I'm flat as the great plains. No boobs whatsoever. And not a single hair was growing under my arms or in my, um, lower regions.And my aforementioned short size didn't help. Once inside, he withdrew his pussy-juice coated cock, held her firmly by the hips and thrust it back in.Samantha gasped into Melissa’s open pussy.Matt repeated the process, fucking this teenager hard and fast on her knees.“Come on, Samantha; make my wife cum on your tongue.” His instructions to her were as filthy as he could make them.Samantha took him on his word and brought Melissa to a mind-blowing orgasm making her shudder and squirm. She never let up and as soon as one climax was under her.