She felt the pressure of the monster cock as it pushed it's way up into her asshole without even lubing up first, besides for her sweat and some semen...that had dripped its way onto her pink star, it was one the most painful things she had ever felt, but it simultaneously felt just so damn good. She felt like she would never stop Cumming while the black group was fucking away at her. She had never been fucked like this in her life, and she loved it, they made her ass, match her pussy by filling. ‘And then?’ Sheriff White prodded me. ‘She changed back into granite and I broke my big toe!’ I chuckled and rapped the bowl of my pipe on the sole of my boot, to empty the ashes. ‘But the ghosts and haunts got nothing on the characters and varmints here in this town! I swear it!’ The Judge exclaimed. I pointed to the sheriff. ‘Like the time you hung Billy Watkins. I watched him hang, examined him myself, and signed his death certificate confident he was safely on the other side. Then two days. She dropped boyfriend number one like a hot potato, circled Del like a shark, and in three months she landed him. Then she had the temerity to ask me to be one of her bridesmaids. I, of course, agreed.My heart was broken. I walked down that aisle that day in some ugly green dress, while my sister was waiting in the rear all in white. I walked down toward Del, my Del, and was I ever crying. I wasn’t crying because Vonda was happy and getting married. I was crying because she was stealing my one. "Everyone in the room was staring at me. I moved to take a seat at the back of the room.Dumont shook her head. "No sir. Down here." She waved me toward her.I picked up my bag again and stomped down the stairs.As I got closer to her, I took notice of Dumont's appearance. Her hair was platinum blonde today, and pulled back in a sleek ponytail, leaving her face open. She was also wearing a pair of small silver hoop earrings and a lavender scarf that was folded tight, making it look like a choker..