U.S. Marshal Jeremiah Stone looked at the dispatch his boss, Jeffrey Tomlinson had just handed him. It was spare in the details, but the meaning was c...lear:"presumed fisby brothers shot dead in abilene stop killed during card game stop burial proceeding stop photographs available stop please advise details of reward stop" The signature was just one word: "cross"Tomlinson waited until Stone was finished reading. "Get on over there and see if there's any way you can show it was them," he said.. And, was there more? Yes, there was.The thong had shifted slightly and allowed her son, Jason, a slight peek of her fleshy vagina.It drove him over the edge.Jason thought about her riding him on the grass beside the family pool, his pulsating penis slamming into her wet, hot cunt in an incessant rythm of flesh and saliva. His mother, seated upon his manhood, moaning and screaming, riding her son like the bad mad whore-of-a-mother she always had been deep inside, throwing herself on his chiseled. I grabbed him by his long soft blond hair and pulled him up, I stood on the bed and put the tip of my dick to his lips. "suck it!" I told him in a low but stern tone of voice. He opened his mouth and took me in, "use your tongue!" I ordered him. He gagged and pulled me out a bit, then slobbered on it, pushing his tongue onto my shaft inside his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and made him follow me as I flew onto my back; his teeth stung me a bit, so I trusted my hips forward as I pulled. Although I ate everything momfixed (even veggies), I never seemed to put on weight. I had auburnhair, light eyebrows and long eyelashes. Even though I had somewhatshort hair people sometimes thought I was a girl. I mean I was neverever what would be called a boy's boy. I hated sports or rough housing,had a fear of heights. I preferred music, art and dance. I also readpoetry. I also refused to wear jeans or cordoroy pants.Mom was really fearful that I too would wind up joining a gang. .