Chief Anderson is more than he appears.He shooed us. Wave of the hand, “Shoo.”We shooed to the hall, got accosted a couple of times, explained, ha... the accoster open the door, back out, red faced and resume his/her original pursuit. We twiddled, sat against the wall, stood against the wall and were bored.If we had known how long this would take we’d have had a nap.The door opened. A hand beckoned. We reentered.There were a ton of things that could have happened, but we never expected what did. I moved down lower and lower until I felt her panty lines. I knew what kind of panty she wore; I saw her changing a few times accidentally before when we were growing up as kids. It happened mostly when I ran by her room window, which she sometimes forgets to close when she was changing. She wore white silk cotton panties, and that was such a turn on for me. Underneath that cotton panty is a sweet little virgin pussy just waiting to be fucked hard and long. I made my way down to her. Their friendship blossomed quickly and it wasn’t before long that they were best friends. They often slept over at each other’s houses, wandered the deserted streets, helped each other cheat on tests, and sneaking out of their houses became a regular routine- until one night. It was like any other, the moon stood silvery and bright while the accompanying stars twinkled and glittered alongside. Sliding down from her roof, Jessamine climbed her a pipe attached to her house and quickly dashed to. She mumbled out her words, a string of nonsense mixed with pleading and whimpering. His smile bloomed wickedly and he pushed his fingers deeper, reminding her that she was His. She screamed, her entire body trembling as he pushed her over the edge and still kept up the assault on her nerves—her vision flashed white as pleasure tumbled into pain, and then shifted again into pleasure, into sensory overload. “No. Limits,” his voice was stern, a direct order. He thrust deeper, harder, and growled.