“Smell me you little sissy cunt”. I sucked her smell into my lungs, my cock starting to twitch in it's panty clad hardness.“Open your mouth”. ...Once again I obeyed. I could feel the wetness of her lubrication as it smeared across my face as she pushed her cunt onto me. I didn't know what I should do. But suddenly the wetness became a trickle that became a torrent. She let go a stream of hot piss directly onto my face and into my open mouth. She held my head in position with a strength I had not. Plenty of opportunities to do so in my life. Going all the way back to Junior high I have always had plenty of attention from all guys and I always made sure that the black boyz knew that I enjoyed talking to them. A lot of them asked me out but I never accepted. But I also made sure they knew that I appreciated their friendship and attention. I was very popular and it seems that at age 39 I’m still popular. Especially with the men. I love it. The attention I mean. Anyway I had become a little. Her daughter was killed about twelve years ago. Owns a farm out past route 57. Nikki went out there to interview her.”“How long ago?” asked Linda.“Almost three hours. She should have been back by now - at least have called in.”“Okay, get the timings woman on the phone. Let me see what’s going on.”In moments Shelia handed the phone to Linda.“Mrs. Timmings?”“Yes, Sheriff Raintree, what can I do for you?”“One of my deputies, Nikki Sanchez, was scheduled to interview you earlier this afternoon. “Did our daughters ... break you? I know you’re a lucky man and all, but...”I looked around. “If you could do any sex act, what would it be?”She frowned. “You want to know my kinkiest fantasy or something? Is that what this is about? You just want to do something naughty?”“Sure,” I lied.“Well...” Her cheeks spotted. She paused to wave goodbye to her friend and lover. She went back to staring at me. “You really want to know?”“How bad can it be?” I asked.“I guess not that bad.” She leaned in..