They’re about a block apart and on the opposite sides of the street from each other. As I approached town center to loop around to Fayetteville Stre...et, the fire trucks came out from Raleigh Street to Weeks Circle.After they passed me, I drove around to the Sheriff’s office. Or so I thought. The sign on the front of the building didn’t say “Sheriff’s Office.” Instead, it said, “Newton Grove Police Department.”For a moment, I sat in the car, staring at the building. Faith said the Sheriff talked. He moaned and writhed, his hands gripped the edges of the bed. When I was ready I rubbered up and lubed my cock. Not his anus. “Get in position. The position you want to be fucked in.” He raised his bum up until he was in submissive doggy style. My cock head touched his ring and pressed gently.“Well Gabriel. The choice is yours. You can leave or you can beg for my cock in your gay arse.” “Please Ben, I need your big cock in my gay arse. I want it more than anything. Please. Please fuck me!”His. Ned Miller is a real piece of work. Cindy divorced him 12 years ago for cheating on her. He then caught her alone one evening about a year later and beat her so badly that she spent a week in the hospital. Cindy took out a restraining order on him and the judge made it permanent. As I said earlier, he should not have been there.I did not have a clue that my marriage was about to end, but I should have noticed some little things that were going on. Our sex life was either wild monkey sex for a. My father wanted a"healthy" boy, but I wasn't it. He wasn't abusive (except for oneincident I will get to later) but he wasn't loving either. My mother wasusually too busy to pay me much attention but she did love me.Anyway, early on in my life I showed the signs of having gender issues.I always wanted to play with dolls and would beg my parents for them. Myfather would never get them for me. I guess that's where my resentmentfor my father started. I also always wanted to dress up as a.