"I'msorryOfficerIknowI'vehadtoomuchtodrink. IthrewmyboyfriendouttonightbecauseIcaughthimfuckingmycousininmyownbed. I'lldoanythingnottogetaticketplease...leasedoyouwantmetosuckyourcock?His face had that confused look that someone gets when the words flow faster than the brain can absorb them. It stayed that way even as he began to comprehend the fact that I was just trying to talk my way out of a ticket. Then a slow smile crept over his face when he recognized those last few words about sucking. We sent Alan off to town while Juanita and I got down to the details of planning the public wedding. It turned out that Juanita already had most of the details worked out, all but for choosing the church. She, of course, would have chosen the local Catholic church, but she was willing to let me choose the Methodist church if I wanted. Singer Flats was large enough to have its own half-time Methodist preacher who split his time with Ruby Ridge. He lived in Singer Flats, so we didn't have any. Wendy…. or Mrs. K as she was called by the local college students, had her head cocked to one side from around the door and was greeting him with the broadest of smiles. He stepped up the walk and began to profusely apologize about not bringing any beer for the party. The sexy fifty-three year old red-head pulled the door open and told him not to worry as there was plenty of beer in the cooler and much more in the fridge by the pool. The truth was… eighteen year old Victor Brock wasn’t old. I turned and walked a few steps to show him where on the wall and he came up behind me and put his arms around me and ran his hands on my body.My head leaned back and he kissed my neck which made me moan.I turned and faced him and went to his waist and then undid his pants and took out his cock and went to my knees and began to suck his hot hard cock! I was so horny being in my tights and leotard pleasing him right there in the gas station restroom.He finally shot his cum down my throat and I.