”“Sucar-who?” Dwight asked.“Sucarnoochee, it’s the name of a tiny town near here. It was unusual enough that it stuck in my brain,” I repl...ed. “I want to use a civilian motor home so the group next door doesn’t suspect anything. Have them bring several armored shields, the kind SWAT uses. The tunnel is at least half a mile long and there is no cover in it. Make sure you stress that they are not to contact the local Leos because they are involved.“If anyone from the Jackson office comes, stress. After loosening the zipper, his fingers curl over the waistband on each side of her hips and quickly pull her jeans down to her ankles revealing the blue panties she wore. The cool air hitting her exposed skin eases some of the sting from the spanking and fans the fire between her legs. She feels him pause and admire, knowing the panties are his favorite, knowing how he loves her ass, she smiles.“Step out, Sandra.” She steps out of her jeans, each heel clicking against the wood flooring as she. ‘I, I, I, I like you too,’ he managed to say after a struggle. I felt so sorry for him then. I’d teased him. At that moment I vowed never to tease him again. I moved over and sat next to him. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, ‘I shouldn’t tease. I knew what you meant and it’s nice that you like me.’ I smiled my best smile at him, ‘I like that you like me.’ He smiled back gaining confidence and showed his sense of humour, ‘And I like that you like that I like you. Your turn.’ I laughed and took his hand. Oh. It wasn't long before I told her we had better go home before I had to carry her. Her being drunk she blurted out "we're going home to fuck" now let me tell you a little more about Crystal she was a nurse and very respected person of the community she didn't talk like this and especially not around her sister. I laughed at it grabbed her by the arm and helped her to the truck. It was all I could do to get her drunk ass loaded up in my truck. We made it back to her house and with lots.