But nobody answered.I called my girlfriend, back home. No answer there, either. I called 911 and 411 and nobody answered those numbers, either.Just ho... far, I wondered, had this death-ray thing gone? The nearest town to Cripple Creek was another old mining community, Victor, Colorado, just a few miles away. I found a phone book, dialed the Victor Police Department on the cell phone, and got no answer.So I walked back to Uncle Willard's house, got back in his truck, and drove to Victor.Everybody. I wrapped my arms around her tit, hugging it to my smaller breasts. Her nipple was fat and thick, rising higher from her mound than my thumb's length.I could fuck this nipple like a small dildo. My pussy clenched at the wicked thought. I rubbed my cheek into the swell of her breast. My lips kissed down her breast. Her purr increased, a sensual rumble. My lips reached her areola. I licked and kissed in a spiral around her nipple, running the thick nub against my cheek.“Child, you are definitely. I hung up the phone. Now my cock was deflated. I went and took a long cold shower. Later in the day, I went to the Halloween store. I picked up a Capt America costume. The blue boots, blue suit with the American flag on the chest. I even found a Capt America shield to go with the costume. I drove my car back to my house. I then put out some Halloween decorations in the yard. It was just around 5pm, when I saw a small car pull up next door. The car door opened. Out step a super skinny guy, maybe. When she heard the water shut off in the shower, she slid out of bed and waddled to the bathroom.Reluctantly she opened the door and tried her best not to look at Mickey. A feeling of great embarrassment came over her, as she stood waiting for him to leave. She felt ashamed. Once he was back in the room, she quickly moved into the shower and ran the water as hot as she could tolerate. On its own, his cum began to run back out of her, her rectum having not yet returned to its naturally closed.