Tom and I exchanged glances. We had to report in to the nearest police facility. I did the whistle thing. "Listen up! Any reservists here?" Four other...guys responded. "We gotta report in." Since I was a sergeant I drew the command slot. "Anybody armed?" Nope. Aw, crap. "Anybody got a big 4x4 or heavy duty truck?" Nope. Okay, we had to steal one. (Choke, cough. 'requisition' one.) I looked around the parking lot for a likely candidate. Nothing caught my eye. I did see a heavy delivery van built. Didn’t you here the toilet flush?” Mortified, Chance stands there without anything to say. His face is beat red, like a fat kid on a diet caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Say, is that a bowl of oatmeal?”Chance recovers after another moment when he realizes that his sister loves oatmeal and like him is probably just as hungry after last night. “Yeah, I can uh, make you a bowl,” he offers.“Can I have that one?” she asks. “I’m starving.” Rory doesn’t know why she just asked that question,. She wanted to give him her ass and nothing or no amount of pain was going to stop her. She felt John putting pressure on his cock and she felt her asshole resisting. She pressed down trying to open herself for him. There was some pain but it was bearable. "Push harder," she encouraged. Suddenly she felt her sphincter give and the head pop inside her. "Hold it there," she told him as she gasped for breath. The hardest part was over.A few moments later she said, "Push it in."John pushed and his. ..come here." I stepped up onto her bed, and she slid over placing her legs around my waist in a sitting position. "Do you like my nightie," she asked. With that, she gathered up some of the filmy layer and began to stroke my throbbing erection with it. Her nipples instantly sprouted to their full extension under the light nylon material. "I think you liked screwing my with my pantyhose on, didn't you?", she asked. Before I could reply, she moved back, and took the full length of my shaft into.