He showed me letters in which the paper had yellowed from time and being handled over and over. They were tear-stained and contained words of love, te...ling him that he would never be forgotten. Life had never been easy for Hobo Joe. He was raised as one of 10 children on a farm in Iowa. The family was dirt poor, but always had a roof over their head, food on the table and enough love to overcome anything. Most of his brothers and sisters were either gone or he didn’t know where they were. His. .........back in my day there was a saying people had when they picked up hitchhikers, cash, grass, or ass......nobody rides for free!" and she laughed! I laughed as well and she said "I'm fairly well off, so I don't need cash. I don't toke anymore, so I don't need grass, I guess that just leaves ass huh?" and she chuckled agian! I laughed as well and said "I guess it does!" She looked at me seriously and asked how old I was and when she realized I was legal, relaxed and made her confession to. "Ok, ok. I'm ready. Please be careful." I kissed her lips. "I promise." I slid my cock inside her, watching her face contort as she got used to having me inside her. I pushed until I got to her hymen. "One the count of three, ok?" She nodded yes. "One. Two..." I thrust inside her, mashing my lips to hers to contain her scream. I stayed inside her pussy and didn't move. She took some deep breaths and I wiped away her tears. "Let me know when you're ready honey." After about thirty seconds she. He also suspected that when she came in to negotiate a change in her assignment that he had Jake to thank for that. They worked out a half-time arrangement in which she would patrol Monday through Wednesday one week and Tuesday/Wednesday the next week. He also managed to negotiate getting Jake to agree to a volunteer deputy classification. He had appreciated the way Jake handled himself in the situation in the park and the way he thought through problems. He anticipated only having to call on.