Hours.  Hours sitting on a hardwood chair, sitting in a growing pool of cum and sweat.  Telling Deputy Joe my twisted story.   Joe found me in the secluded pumpkin patch, alone.  How?

“I swear it is all true!”

“I know.  You aren’t the first.”

“She was so soft, yielding, responsive.  Then it was there.  So hard.  Where did her cock come from?”

“We found it clutched in her hand, taken from the abusive husband she murdered.  Then suicide in the patch.”

“She said I would search for cock forever.”

“You will.  I do.  Come home with me?  PLEASE?”