Crack, Mr. B’s stick wailed with dominance, Becky’s hands went from the panties waistbands to her crotch, covering it up before rubbing her crotch...tenderly and with dedication, trying to smooth out the stinging sensation. “Alex, did you get a picture of that?” Mr. B smirked, Alex searched and laughed, looking at Becky. “It seems to me that you've have been drooling in your panties.” Mr. B spoke heavily, ordering Becky to remove her hands. She knew exactly what he had been referring to. Her. The officers reached me in a heartbeat, screaming and pointing their weapons-I just coward to the ground into a tight ball ducking me head between my wobbly knees. I really didn’t expect to receive a warm welcome, but being charged at with weapons in the middle of a vast emptiness of what was left of the world was far from what I could have guessed. Their weapons were trained on me. I further prostrated myself, as if to bury my face first into the gold-orange shell of earth, my hands in. It was a ritual he’d perfected since she was a child. How her panties had changed over the years! From “Dora the Explorer” to the more artier prints for teen girls. Emptying his balls into the cotton material only temporarily quelled his strongest desires to fuck her. Doing this was as close as he could get to her pussy, her secretions studied, smelled and licked. Knowing Roxie wore these panties tightly against her bald pussy, stiffened his cock and stiffened his resolve to make a move on. I was already gone, waving good-bye to an equally stunned Jim Krol and catching up to my old friends outside of Superior Court."Mr. Thompson," Colonel Monroe said coldly."Colonel," I smiled. "Thanks for comin.'" I'll take care of the file," the Colonel said to Drew. He turned and walked back into the courthouse. Drew turned to me."Jason, we need to talk. Do you have time to come to the office?"I figured I owed him at least a listen. I was back at the FCC with a cup of coffee and a very tasty.