She brought the silky fabric up just below her nose and inhaled, trying to figure out what had happened to her panties this time. As the salty aroma f...lled her senses she suddenly realized something, “That’s not the scent of sex, there’s no musty smell to them, there’s no scent of a woman on these. NICK!”It all hit her at once. She threw the underwear violently onto her bed, her face becoming red with anger. Jaclyn had many thoughts running through her head, “Who the hell does he think he is?. "What was Bunny doing here so early? Did he need something from upstairs?" Hans took a sip of his coffee, not really concerned about anything, just making morning conversation with me."He came into my room and got a pistol he had hidden in one of the heating vents. The one over by my closet." I said it as much for it's shock effect, as for any other reason. I had been a little curious about the pistol, but not too alarmed. Uncle Bunny really didn't seem like the kind of person who would ever. Even though it felt amazing to even have him on me, I was now a little pissed. I yanked at his hair one good time, and he growled then obeyed, creating a vacuum between the bud and his lips. He switched sides, while sliding his hands up my skirt. My hips involuntarily bucked into his, when he hit my inner thigh. He grumbled a few swear words into my chest, then sat us up. I crushed my lips against his, causing him to fall backwards, with me landing on top. Taking advantage of the moment, I sat. There were dozens of jokes about scout-crazy pilots, and he guessed, there was some basis for the stigma. He had seen more than most though, lived life on the edge, traveled farther than any person alive.What the crap had happened? Why did the pile suddenly have to blow? He hadn't been lax with safety, at least, not about his ship. A scout's idea of a reasonable risk would leave the average person appalled at the recklessness. But a scout had to poke his nose into things, had to explore. That's.