My throat felt terrible. They didn't get the picture, and instead used gentle force to lay me down.One paramedic cut and pulled away enough tape to ta...e vital signs (hey - I've seen enough MASH episodes to know the lingo) and he stuck a needle in my arm. I looked at him in confusion.He responded. "You are both are severely dehydrated, we need to get fluids into you stat." (See - I even knew what that meant.)They loaded us up and the two ambulances sped away. That was the last time I saw Debbie. " She demanded."You take them down if you are in that kind of a rush." I told her. Lee moved up to me and reached on both sides and pulled my underwear down slowly. As they came down my cock jumped out and poked straight ahead."Damn, it even bigger than I thought. Can I touch it?" She wailed."Go ahead and touch it." I replied.Lee reached out with her right hand and grabbed the shaft. Her left hand went to my balls. She began to stroke me up and down."I think you had better stop doing that." I. ” She added, getting to her feet and staring at us as we stood holding one another.Shortly afterwards, I found myself lying on my back next to Auntie Doreen on her large double bed. The blonde-haired woman had kissed me on the lips softly before getting up from her bed and removing her clothes, smiling at me as I watched her strip out of her blouse, then her skirt. The well-built lady then kicked off her navy shoes before unzipping her navy skirt and stepping out of it. Doreen smiled as she. . Kyle, you're a good boy... I'm not going to hurt you fella..."Jim nodded. The sergeant gently petted his head for a moment. Jim recognized it as an offer of pure compassion. There was no sexual overture at all."There's a good boy... Good boy Kyle... there's a good dog..." the sergeant whispered. "Be a good boy. Lift your head for me Kyle. Good boy... Now be still... I'm not going to hurt you boy. Just trust me Kyle..." I trust you sergeant..."The sergeant blinked again and then nodded. She.