The wounded man was left in a cell, and the deputy marshal promised to find a doctor for the prisoner. I told him that I did not think that there was ...ny great hurry, but not to let the prisoner die if he could help it.We drove to the county morgue and dropped off the two bodies. That was when I was supposed to start on the paperwork, but I begged off until tomorrow. I drove home and waited for everybody to show up so that we could have a funeral for Sarah. Even the dogs attended.I related what. I hope you’re bigger than your dad. I’d love if you had a big cock.” I stood up and my stepmother got on her knees and unzipped my pants. She pulled down my blue silk boxer shorts and my cock sprang to action. “Oh good, you’re much bigger than your father. Oh fuck, you’re gigantic.” My stepmother wrapped her hands around my hard cock and gave me a hand job. Her fingers went up and down my shaft. She was looking into my eyes as she pulled and tugged on my dick. “Fuck, your hands feels so. She should be in my car, singing along, not entirely on-key, with some cheery tune blaring from the radio. She should be sitting sideways on one end of our couch, her long denim-clad legs extended, with her always-cold feet tucked in beneath my leg, doing the crossword puzzle as I sit on the other end reading the sports section. And always, ALWAYS, chewing on the friggin pen&hellip, Christ, how that annoyed me! And I usually told her about it, too. If only we had a do-over&hellip, there are so. She wore a navy blue skirt and stockings with heels and a white top. Her body was slim with a very smart chest and matching ass. I couldn't figure out what nationality she was but her exotic look made me rise in my slacks. She shot me a glance but nothing major. I was hoping for a little bit more however I am married and felt guilty. As I lay my head back and closed my eyes, her image presents itself over and over in my mind. Air passes over me sending a cool tingle all over. I am not alone..