Well really, he wasn’t Just Plain Bill, he was Bill Hersher, the elected sheriff of Huckleberry County. Technically, in our part of the country, he ...as the ‘High Sheriff’, one of a little over a hundred in our state. One for every county, you know. All sheriffs, pretty much everywhere are the highest elected police official in the state in which they reside. Except for a couple of counties in Georgia that is, where there is still a ‘Boss Hogg’ type of county government, a la the old TV series.. ” When Robbie entered the kitchen, I swiveled around so that I was facing him. He looked down at me with a playful smirk on his face. “Hi, Krystenah. Don’t get up,” he said and slapped Daddy in the chest, laughing at his own joke. Robbie was a handsome light-skinned African American guy in his mid-thirties. Daddy had told me that someday he might watch Robbie fuck me and I never knew if that was a test to see how devoted I was to Daddy’s pleasure or if it was something that was actually likely. It smelled of sandalwood soap. I took my thirsty tongue out and started licking her pussy, while my hands were busy on her boobs.Her pussy looked rosy as she was very fair and thick hair round her hole gave it great look.As I increased my tempo of licking, she closed her eyes and started enjoying the sensation. Suddenly I got up taking out my dick and took it towards her mouth. She opened her sweet lips and swallowed my cock inside. She stated moving her head to and fro and I knew it was. No, he made himself a portal just big enough to slip his dick through. And he designed it so the other side of that portal would be the cunt of whatever woman he was thinking of at the time. It meant he could have all the jollies he wanted without actually leaving his laboratory. He could mix an elixir with his hands while fucking the living hell out of a woman on the other side of the country." Remote-control sex, then?" I inquired.The old gypsy man cackled at the notion, then reached into his.