Then I hurried back into the jewelry store asked Bucky where they had taken John and he told us which hospital and we left. I told Bucky to follow us ...here. He nodded and we were on our way.I called Channel three and informed the operator who I was. She put me right through to our own personal news reporter, Babs Stoker, my John's own cheap little blond bimbette. I told her about the shooting and that we were on our way over to the hospital and that she might find it interesting to be there. One hand snaked under me as he gently began to rub my asshole before gently sliding a finger inside me. I gasped, loving this new feeling. He slicked his finger in and out as his cock fucked my pussy, and I pushed myself back onto his palm and thighs.Not wanting to cum too soon, I began grinding into him, slowing the pace down before fucking him hard again. Every time I slowed down he'd push his hips further towards me. Shit, it felt so good.I nodded, unable to speak. He was pushing me down. We can send a drone.”“We could if we had one,” I corrected Kim, not as cheerfully as Kim had spoken to me. “I do know where to find one, but it’s over two hundred miles to the north and there is a mountain range between it and us. Besides, I’ve got no control system to link with the fucking machine so we can remotely pilot it. Without a transmitter and a control system we’re screwed.”“That might be true about whatever drone you’re talking about,” Kim responded, brushing my comments aside, “but. I wrapped my arm around her and she snuggled into me as i headed back the way i came, being sure to go through every mud pit and hole i could find. by the time we hit the road, my truck went from gunmetal grey to mud black, only the windshield was clean enough so i could drive. doing the 35 mph speed limit this time, we took our time driving and were laughing like nothing had ever happened. we went to my place and washed my truck, which included her getting soaked revealing she had no bra, and.