At first contact she automatically reacted to open herself, pushing out enough for a finger, or a tongue. But she was sore, and it was not enough for ...y cock, and I was not to be denied. I used my weight to force my entire width into her, driving in the head and the ridge and about a quarter of the shaft. Another two shoves got the rest in.Of course she cried out, first in shock, then in serious pain, and then in less pain but more from a loss of pride. But I had waited for the pain pills to. A couple of people came in and looked around the store but did not seem to need any help and certainly did not need to check out. I figured that since I was watching the store for them that it was only fair that I slip a couple of shoe horns in my pocket. They were the plastic kind with the store name printed on them.When Debbie finally came out of the backroom she was holding Paula’s pink panties in her hand. The wet spot was still there too. She slipped them into my pocket brushing along my. For some reason I had hardly any colorful underpants, and so I spent the money I’d been saving for a broker on getting new panties and bras, and basically just wore those around the house.Mom disapproved, of course, but it felt like Mom disapproved of everything.Ugh. She just had no idea.No matter what I did, Mom would lecture me for it. She caught me sneaking into her liquor cabinet once and I got the longest, most boring lecture ever.Me and Britt sort of fell out of contact. One day while I. It should be possible to kick the door open."Doctor? Open the door now. If you do not open the door, I promise you that you will see what an irate man can do when he is angry," I said in a promising tone of voice."Threats do not impress me, Mr. Wilshire," the doctor replied a bit primly.I walked a few paces away from the door, then took two steps and lashed out with my foot. BOOM! The door held, but the echo it made would tell anyone in the area that something was going on in here.I stepped.