"He was there and Anne sat after thanking the smith. The sheriff poured her a mug of coffee from his tin pot. "What brings you to town this early, Mis... Conroy?" He tried not to stare at her strange dress."Trouble, sir, murder in fact."He stopped smiling, and she told him what had happened."Three men? You recognize any of them?Anne shook her head. "It was foggy. This was about an hour ago, hour and a half, barely dawn. I think they were young, all about the same size, all wearing long-sleeved. Me: “Wasn’t your last name originally Watkowski? Didn’t you have it legally changed?”Watkins (looking first to Yvonne for help, which isn’t forthcoming; she’s already taken her shot): “Yes, I did that some years ago.”Me: “Will you tell me how many years ago?”Watkins: “I don’t remember.”Yvonne chimes in again, she’s beginning to wake up; she doesn’t understand it but she doesn’t like it on general principles. “Objection, your honor, relevance again.” Still shy of the heat, though,“I can’t tie it. I had never felt like crying so much. Kim gently pulled meover into a hug and let me cry on her shoulder. After about five or tenminutes, I tried my best to regain my composure. Among all the sniffles, Imanage to thank Kim for letting me get my feelings out. In an attempt tochange the subject, Kim asked me if I liked Steven King books."I've only read a few of them," I answered. "The Langoliers is probably myfavorite, but I really liked It and Dolores Claiborne too."We talked for what felt like. I smile as Dave then continues his attention to my body, he pulls my dress off my shoulders and slowly exposes my tits for these strange men to enjoy, by now they all have their cocks out all in various sizes. By now I am enjoying being revealed as Dave sucks my tits and fingers me to my first orgasm. I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder and see an nice erect cock sliding beside my cheek, I smile and am a little apprehensive but I am so horny I reach out with my tongue and give a gentle lick and.