He had on chinos, a short sleeved shirt, and his hair was still wet, but combed carefully. She had short shorts and a tee shirt on. Her brown hair was...still wet, but combed back like a man's. As she walked up to him, he reached to her hair, caressing it with his hand. "The wind'll dry it." He opened the door for her, and they drove off. By the time they got to the greasy spoon down the road, they were giggling with the air mussing them up, and as they pulled up, she asked him "My hair OK?" He. " I bet you are. The reason I knocked was...can I borrow a cup of sugar?" You can have anything you like, baby," she purred. "Come on in." She flipped her newly red hair around in my face. As she walked up the steps she really worked her ass, for my benefit. I could see up her skirt, and saw the bottom of the cheeks of her ass, encased in tight fishnet. I couldn't wait to rip them off her. She wasn't wearing panties, which made my cock even harder.We went into the kitchen. She said, "Do you. " If you think that I'm going to meet you anywhere you're out of your sick mind." Which of those pictures do you think that I should send to the Judge?" You wouldn't dare. The Judge would crucify you. He runs this town." Adrianne, I doubt that the Judge would appreciate you sucking the sheriff's cock right out in broad daylight. I'm not all that sure that your marriage would out last the scandal if those pictures just happened to turn up on the Internet. If the Judge bounced your ass on the. Then Dawn was at our side, "You two make a lovely couple you know. You okay, Sylvia?"For a moment she hesitated, then she seemed to make her mind up, "Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you." She surprised us all by giving first Dawn, then Dina and finally me, a big tight hug.Dawn looked at Dina, "There you go, I told you so, all one happy family now, welcome to the fold, Sylvia." She smirked.Sylvia had changed, now she strode from the floor holding my hand. She continued to grip my hand when we sat. One.