"Cap, I'll think about it and give you an answer in the morning. Captain, if I don't like the way they want to put us in I will scrub the mission and ...ou can pass that on to the General. I am not about to get us all killed because some flyboy wants some extra cash." Sarge, you know you can scrub the mission right up to insertion. You check around and find a second and I will look some more myself and send them over to you. Sarge, like you I don't like this but I am under orders. The yard will. There was just enough to pay the funeral expenses, and close out the account. So I checked and confirmed I was signatory on all Carol's accounts, and handled all her bills, including the mortuary.Rebecca and Colleen went on a scavenger hunt, and found Carol hid cash all over her bedroom. Apparently she worried about Tim's spending habits, and kept backup funds hidden for a rainy day. I asked them to gather it all up, and put it in Colleen's purse. I called the church Carol wrote small checks to. "With that, she slowly pushed the plug into my ass. I had no idea how far she pushed it in, but I felt as though I was being split in two. The penetration was not as deep as the vibrator, but I felt stretched beyond belief.I gasped loudly, "FUCCKKK!!" Now, a little something to help your muscles relax."The tone of her voice did not bode well.A tingling sensation began to engulf my balls and stuffed back passage. The tingling slowly increased in intensity."UGGH, What the HELL is that?" I. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of Becky’s long blonde hair, and pulled her head up so that Craig could jam his tongue down his cousin’s throat. Then he bodily yanked her up off her feet, dragged Becky into the house, and kicked the door shut behind him with the heel of his right foot.“Do you want my cock, Becky? You want to suck on my big, fat prick, feel its hardness rip into your tight, aching little pussy, stretch your puckered little butt-hole to its limits?” Craig demanded, shoving.