The sheriff obliged. He was under sentence to hang for killing his father's drover way back, so just a matter of time." What about his father and moth...r?" Funny thing about that. Old lady Wilcox was visiting him every day. The sheriff searched her for awhile for a hidden gun, but didn't happen to that day. She came around and viewed the body and never shed a tear. The sheriff tried to give her the gun with his effects. She said to bury it with her son. He wanted it and he got it. Pretty plain. By then the third and fourth blows and fallen and her ass was on fire.Trying to catch her breath she found that she couldn't. The sting of the whip kept coming and coming. Soon the punishment mistress began to cover Jennifer's back and thighs as the streaks on her ass came together in one large red streaked area. Jennifer soon felt a funny taste in her mouth. She couldn't stop screaming. The pain was worse than anything she had ever endured.After Jennifer thought that she absolutely couldn't. She held her breath, and rubbed her lips over the dripping head, very lightly.Jimmy gasped, his hand squeezing her full tit hard.The wet heat of her son’s cock surprised her, made her lips tingle. She tried to make herself think that he pissed with this cock, tried to stop herself from what she wanted to do. But her tongue slipped out, touched his wet piss- hole lightly, then slowly circled the smooth, swollen head. She was surprised and delighted at how smooth and hot the head of his cock was. If only he knew how fast I was or could be. I grinned back and accepted his hand to guide me into the front seat. Within minutes, we sped out the parking lot away from the venue. The car was quiet except for the music blaring from his car stereo. We hadn’t said a word for the last five minutes. The silence got to me so I swallowed hard then asked, “So where are we going?” “I'm sorry, Renee, I really wanted to go someplace quiet so I was thinking my place… if that’s ok with you.” His honesty and.