That night as I lay on my bed, I couldn't stopped thinking about how I got caught. As usual her father in his drunken state would always be arguing on...the phone or by himself loudly and we being the closest neighbors since the house that stood between us was unoccupied I would hear him clearly. I heard him yell... "you fucking whore, is that what you're doing, why do you do that, I'm gonna deal with it tomorrow" ... to this my blood ran cold and I thought she had spilled the beans to her father. I could see in her eyes she was pretty shy for her deeds we both slept again and after sometime of sleep I was again near her my hands were touching her hands I was not sleepy I saw her she was sleeping I didn’t know what happened to me all of a sudden I was feeling horny I rubbed my hands to hers and gently moved my hands on her hands it was a cold night too and I guess it would help much more keep this in mind after some time.I moved my hands more further I touched her boobs with my fingers. The sheriff was a big, hard-eyed, tough looking man of about forty. His name was Mathew Faulkner. My Ty Ringo memories said he was typical of the lawmen who survived out here on the frontier. He looked me over thoroughly as I handed him the letter from the court. His gaze lingered on my pistol and holster. He finally turned his attention to the letter, reading the few lines quickly. When he finished the letter, he put it down and fixed me with that hawk like look again.“I’ve had someone keeping. I rubbed my tongue up and down and felt his meat get close to exploding. Then as he got to the edge of cumming I pulled his cock out and lubed up his now 9 inches of hard man meat then I turned around and put my ass as close to him as possible. He got on his knees and flattened my body so I was flat on the bed, and he lubed my ass crack and hole, putting two fingering in deep and stretching my very tight virgin hole. I moaned in ecstasy so ready for what I knew was coming. When he felt my hole.