He was eyeing me curiously, but otherwise was smiling and nodding. I decided to keep going. “MY FATHER WENT TO WAR UNDER THAT FLAG! MY GRANDFATHER W...NT TO WAR UNDER THAT FLAG! A COUSIN OF MINE WAS BURIED UNDER THAT FLAG! YOU WILL DAMN WELL SHOW SOME RESPECT WHEN YOU ARE AT A FLAG CEREMONY AND YOU WILL BEHAVE LIKE SCOUTS AND KEEP YOUR FAT FUCKING MOUTHS SHUT! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”The boys were staring at me, half terrified, and a few mumbled out a, “Yes, sir.”“IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!” I roared. “I. I went in, it was dark but smelt cleen, there where three cubicles, i went in the middle one and shut the door behind me but not locking it, (after all i didnt want to stop them from getting me) i sat down, there was a gloryhole in each wall one was big enough to put your head through, i heard two car doors open and close, and thought about all the things i wanted to happen to me, the first man went into the cubicle on my left with the big hole and the second in the right, i looked through the. Maybe it would help. Maybe.The sounds of her mother leaving and little Abby finding her peak accompanied the soft guttural enjoyable noises still coming from Alex’s thrust as Izzy squeezed the last drops from his spent prick. Holding up her hand, looking at the mess on her fingers, she smirked. I don’t suppose you have some paper towels or... ?” She asked her brother, fairly certain that he, like all males she had known, had not really planned on coming all over themselves ... and their. Then she stopped in her tracks as she remembered baring seen an open lab door nearby. She went out into the hall, dripping water from her skin and semen and cunt-juices from her crotch.She looked into the lab, found it unoccupied, and entered.Desperately, she looked around her at the equipment. In frantic haste, she finally grabbed a Bunsen burner, peeled from its inlet the rubber hose that fed it gas, then stuffed the hose end -- with much fooling around and irritated mumbling -- up inside her.