“Daryl and I met at UNC when we were studying criminology. I was about a year and a half ahead of him, but we were in some of the same classes together. That’s where I learned that we shared time in the Navy as MP’s. After that we were Marshals together and worked in cooperation on a number of cases. When I got the job here as chief the first person I thought of to be my second in command was Daryl. His fiancée is Lucy’s best friend. They met at Lucy’s parents’ house where we’re going for dinner tonight.” “So you’re chief of police.” “I am now, but I was recently appointed as acting county sheriff and Daryl is the next chief. He deserves it. Nobody works harder or has the confidence of the community more than Daryl.” Our conversation ended then as Daryl and Jasmine walked in with her mother, brother, and sister. Pastor Michaels took control once the introductions were done. He showed Daryl futanari and me where to stand and then he showed the two ushers where to place the various guests once they had come up the aisle. Finally, he dealt with Jasmine and her uncle—her father’s brother—who would have the honor of walking her up the aisle. After the run-through we drove to what I jokingly referred to as Casa Bascomb with Anthony Michaels and his wife accompanying us. Dinner went surprisingly well, beginning with drinks on the patio, reminding me of the first time Daryl and Jasmine met. Jonathan and Marylou met us at the door for the introductions. Mr. Evans was clearly impressed to learn that he and his family were being hosted by one of the wealthiest families in the state. Probably more important was the way that the Bascomb’s greeted their black guests—the same way that they greeted their daughter and son-in-law. Ingrid and Martha, the other member of Lucy’s staff, had come to help with dinner and serving. I wasn’t at all surprised at the meal—a buffet featuring huge slabs of prime rib cut and served by Ingrid, grilled brisket—one of my favorites—Southern fried chicken, and grilled shrimp en brochette—another favorite. I added a baked potato and ear of fresh corn to my plate. Mr. Evans was just ahead of me on line and, judging by the big pile of food on his plate, he obviously approved. Turning to me he said, “This is some spread.” “Yeah, Jonathan and Marylou host a big party like this almost every Sunday afternoon. This is where Daryl and Jasmine first met.” “How do you know the Pastor?” “I enlisted his help in integrating the police force more than a year ago then Daryl, Lucy, and I conducted tutoring classes in the church hall to prepare the candidates for the competitive exam. We had ten in the first class and they all passed both parts. They all have jobs on the force now. One of them is Anthony’s niece. We didn’t do quite as well with the second class, but we still added another six minorities which was a big step forward.” “All black?” “No, we had two Hispanics in the first class and another in the second. Like many communities in the country, we have a growing Hispanic population so having some Spanish speaking officers is a big help. I speak some Spanish as does Daryl, but neither of us is fluent.” We had left the buffet and were walking slowly toward the tables. “I have to tell you that this is nothing like what I expected.” “I hope that’s a positive. I was surprised my first time here, too. I brought Babes my dog. He’s a huge japanese German Shepherd and Marylou was totally negative until Lucy told her how Max—that’s my dog—had helped take down two armed robbers in the diner where Lucy was working. At the end she was asked to make a list of suitable jobs for a slut like her. “It’s been a long time since one of us did japanese that to the other.” “But... Do you know how mirrors are made? The dark-haired girl tentatively flicked her tongue against Mira's swollen folds. He pulled his trackpants down, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. That was just what I did a moment later when I buried my cock balls deep and pumped another load in futanari his ass. Ron Babes says, “Fuck Tomas, you get to see the every day. He pointed his finger in her face, “They’ve told you what they could. I'm excited by the prospect of one day Bobby doing me with his real dick like Cindy is about to do me with the plastic one. Pleasure shot down my shaft. Amit first gave them the lingerie's which would be best for their social outing. “You can finish yourself off in the outhouse.”