.. I even used my best Clark Gable impression for that line, too."Wow, the pastor screwed your wife, but you really screwed both of them back. Good fo... you. I like you already. I'm Melissa, by the way," the sexy, somewhat plump young woman told me with a grin that spoke volumes."Jed. Like Jed Clampett in the Beverly Hillbillies. No kidding, I was named after him. It was Hell in boot camp, I tell ya that. Imagine drill instructors making hay of all that," I recalled with some dry humor now, but. Her fingers brushed up and down the soaked panel of her panties. Her legs trembled as she teased her lips through the fabric. She covered herself with her hand and let her eyes direct my attention back to the book.I started speaking, but I could tell she wasn't really listening. I was making up words so I could track her fingers as they teased up and down. She glanced at me and I pretended to glance down at the book as I pretended to read. Both of us had our eyes focused between her legs as she. I then managed to put my middle finger in in a bit. As it just crept in, she screamed loud and shouted “I feel like you are tearing my asshole. Do you still want to do this? We can better have a normal shot instead of this.” But I was seriously tempted to fuck her asshole and for no reason was ready to give up after doing so much and told her “I’m almost there babe. Just bear for few seconds.” And as my middle finger slowly penetrated deep, she just closed her mouth and kept moaning loud mmmmmm. First, the cabal agreed that we didn't have to be dead yet. Second, they called George-the-recruiter in and I handed him my keys. He had a cell phone that worked anywhere, even down in tunnels, and he always carried at least two of those portable pads with him in his briefcase. If they needed him, he could stop anywhere, lock himself in a bathroom somewhere, and pop back to the ship for a minute. They had him go back to our condo and set a transporter ring down inside. After that, he could go.