The Townhall and the sheriff is waiting.

I sit there my nipples hard as rock and pussy drenched from a mix of humiliation, excitation and fiction on a still hard huge dick; and I cross eyes with the county sheriff on the parking lot of the Townhall.

My mom gets out of the car and ask me to follow her. I lift myself from Ernest trying not to let his dick enter me and exit the car covering myself as best as I can.

"The boy is not coming ?" Asked the sheriff

"No they think two weeks will be enough for him, but for my stuck up, modest daughter there is no other way."

"Come with me young girl" he said entering the building." You mother was smart to call me in advance so you won't get arrested. I admire your commitment few young ones would be as brave as you."

I arrive at a counter surrounded by clerks , deputies, and various passers-by just waiting for some document .

The mayor himself is waiting near two stacks of paper. My mom grabs a pen sign the first stack of paper and in front of the mayor and sheriff raise her right hand the left on her heart (or in this case her boob)

"I Sarah Michelle Jones, sane of mind and body do swear to uphold the articles of ordnance 69/PNLS-12 and abide by its obligations" she declared in a serious tone despite doing so entirely naked in a public place, in front of cops apparently unwilling to say anything special to her.

"Does she need to swear the oath?" She ask pointing at you.

"Well she just turned 18 a few days ago, but since she's under 21 and still lives with her parents she will have to sign it and have her mother co-sign it for it to be valid." the mayor respond.

"Don't worry honey it is just to keep you out of trouble with the law and your school." She says signing a few things in the bundle and pointing to the last line for you to sign. "So hurry up and don't make the Bradfords wait in the heat for us"

I spot the thirty page long ,double sided legalese document and see from my mom attitude that she doesn't expect me to read it. I let go of my boobs ( the pussy covering hand would be too slippery to hold the pen) , date and sign this mysterious ordnance 69/PNLS-12.

As I sit back in the car, thankfull for its shade relieving the soles of my feet from both the glacial marble of the Townhall and the scalding concrete of the parking lot ; I wave my mom away after she decided to go find aunt Susan back home.

Onthe road again on my own seat I wonder what was that ordnance I had to sign and what will happen at Redpine Lake.