He was probably about the same age as his wife, but his strong face andhands were well weathered. He seemed to almost live in a blue boilersuit type o... thing and sturdy boots. The exception was on Sundays, orwhen they rarely went out, when under his wife's unremitting guidance hecould be turned out quite presentably. In one of his check shirts,freshly pressed trousers, and slicked hair, he could look quite "dapper"as Miss Grace described it.Today was surprisingly one of his "dapper" days. If. And it looks like this Ernie has gone AWOL. We'll take the clock. May have some of his prints on it."So we were free to go. Emily seemed distracted, and wanted to leave the place and drive on to our next destination straight away. We did this, but first I checked at the local post office, and found that the address we were given by Ernie did not exist.Now here is Emily's account of that hour or so at the sheriff's office.... Firstly I must relate something that happened just a short while. I was surprised when he just moved my hand away and said “Sorry, I don’t do that.” I was stunned. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sort of froze but he kept on slowly massaging his own cock. I resumed lightly touching myself and I decided to just ask Bud “so you never jacked off with a guy before?” “Not for a long time. Before I was married. I guess it was a phase. I haven’t done it since.” “As open as you are, I’m surprised. Sex is sex, you know. Shut your eyes and you won’t know if it’s me. This calmness didn’t last long, though, soon I felt his lips sucking on each breast, tongue gently flicking over the tips. He took his time on my nipples, pulling and blowing and sucking and nipping until I was almost ready to cum, and then continued down to my stomach, and even lower… He spread my legs with painful, evil slowness, and I saw my life flash before my eyes. His hand slipped under my soaking panties, and instinct immediately took over as I grabbed his arm. ‘Do you want me to.