If I need anything past my basic expenses . . . sorry, I mean my allowance, then I have to requisition it. Gail started to chuckle, then slowly she st...pped. ‘Wait, you’re serious?!’ ‘He still has carbon-copy versions of the forms.’ Pat was actually blushing with embarrassment. Gail’s mouth hung open. Pat’s Uncle Lyle hadn’t been kidding! Pat’s father wasn’t raising a daughter . . . he was training a soldier! No wonder Pat was so messed up. ‘Well, we just need shoes and under-stuff, so . . .’. It was shaved and smooth, he ran his fingers over it and then pushed his middle finger inside. She gasped and held onto his shoulders for support, almost falling over. The sensation of it was unbelievable. Never like when she masturbated alone at home. Her pussy squeezed his finger as he started to fuck her with it, pulling it out and pushing it back in, slowly adding another finger and then another. Her face was buried in his neck and she moaned and groaned with the feeling. He started using. We turned down the next narrow street, which looked like the last one, row-after-row of attached houses. The street didn’t have a single car on it. Children were running around the neighborhood, and from a multitude of clotheslines a sea of laundry fluttered in the wind. At the end of the street I noticed a dirigible, half hidden by the rooftops ahead of us. The cigar-shaped balloon was the same one that hadn’t been ready to aid our flight when we were ambushed by the wyvern clutch. A large. My knees banged into the metal drawers. Gary's breathing got heavier as did the pounding into my ass. My head bobbed up and down each time he slammed down into my hole. I felt the burning sensation, I felt how empty it felt when he pulled out and how full I felt as he slid back into me. I couldn't believe how awesome this moment was. But just when I was really getting into it, Gary climaxed inside me. He pumped his bodily fluids deep inside, breeding me. I weakened as if my body was giving up..