As an 11 year veteran of the sheriff's department, I have learned to expect the unexpected, danger can lurk around every hill or bend in the road just...waiting to rear it's ugly head. As being dubbed "The shit magnet" by my fellow officers, very odd things just seem to happen while I am on patrol. I had many situations arise from "routine" patrol that most of my fellow co-workers have never been faced with. Very intense situations unfold like I had a couple years back while on "routine". That’s what you wanted, right?” Debby chimed in. “Well, yeah…it’s just that I was under the impression that we would do this as one group, not smaller groups. Wouldn’t it be safer with one group?” Aly was clinging pretty tight to Mike’s arm. “Of course, but your chances of seeing anything paranormal are drastically reduced with a larger crowd. Like I said, the spirits are more intimidated if there are more people around. Small groups – more likely to see and capture something over a larger. Cathy had never, never ever, done anything like this before-not even at boarding schools where girl/girl love was almost as common as eating supper in the dining hall. In her days of nervous virginity, she had sometimes stopped outside a closed door in a dorm hallway to listen to the sounds of female passion seeping out of a darkened room, and her chaste, frightened body had reacted in a variety of ways. For one thing, her nipples had grown pebble-stiff as she eavesdropped, and there had often. She really had almost flat chest with zero tits, a nicely firm belly and at least a 2” limp cock curving over the big mound of balls and lying against her inner thigh. Jason quickly took his shirt off and kicked his driving shoes. He also unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and his slightly over 6 inch white, uncut cock came out; hard as a steel rod. He was suspicious since he saw her in the restaurant and now, no doubt was left to be removed. She was ready to pay back for her ride to Virginia..