I stood hanging hanging my wet laundry on the line for it to dry every time I moved I felt eyes on me I felt eyes burn into my skin the most whenever I had to bend to get another bit of clothing from my laundry basket I turned and saw whitey sat outside the sheriffs office on that little chair he often sleeps in, one of his elbows on the arm of the chair his head resting on his arm the other hand sat happily on the pocket close to his gun where it sat in his belt he was looking at me for sure watching me so I hung up the last of my laundry and marched over

"whitey!" I yell making him slightly jump

"ohhh Hiya y/n, somethin' the matter?" He asks not moving at all

"where you staring at me while I did my washing?" I ask him

"hummm... Ohh no I was just starring into space y/n" he shrugs getting up from his chair and I noticed it his tight brown pants hardly concealed the obvious long shape of his erect cock

"WHITEY!" I Yell as I noticed which made him notice it too

"ohhh! I uhh I was just" he stuttered

"alright I'll give you a chance explain your dam self Mr Winn" I purpose

"i-i-i I wasn't lookin' at you!" He answered "I was just... Uhh day-dreamin'" he stutters very obviously lieing to me lieing badly

"daydreaming about what whitey?" I ask "be honest" I warn

"bout... About ya bendin over so much in ya garden and dreamin sexy stuff like bendin you over myself" he admits very guilty

"you dirty boy!" I complain lightly slapping the side off his face

"ooowww!" He complained holding his check where I slapped him as I went off back to my little house...