The weather changed and a hurricane named "Matthew" was heading towards Florida. He looked like a really historic storm. I figured that I was safe bec...ause I was in the center of the state.The neighbors did not share my feeling. They were evacuating as quickly as possible except for Pamela. She lived two doors down from the house. She was in her fifties, widowed for a couple of years and decent looking. Most of all, she had big tits, probably at least a 34D or bigger.As everyone was deserting. My thumbs work to spread her lips apart, pressing the head of my cock against her pussy. By adjusting my hips a bit my head rests at her threshold. “Sir, Paul's has been my ONLY willy.” Her face is red, but has a huge smile, her eyes relaxed and her mouth slightly open from the sensation of my head about to enter her.“Are you still okay having MY cock inside you?” figuring it’s worth the question before pressing any further.“Yes Sir”, without a hesitation. My hips shift forward, just enough for. Ben reached over to the glove box deliberately stretching over Jason in the passenger seat causing his shirt to rise up allowing Jason to see the small hand gun he had placed in his belt at his side before they left the house, Jason quietly took the gun while his father retrieved the documents and handed them off to the cop.The police officer took the papers handed to him and began to read them by flash light, "Says here that you’re a resident of Dolcett" The cop said shining the flash light in. I left my hand feel the warmth between her thighs. I made my way up. She had a thin panty, and I rubbed my fingers over her pussy. It was getting wet already. I placed her hand over my shorts and asked her to feel my hardness. She started rubbing my harness over my shorts. I sucked her lips hard. I slid my fingers inside her panties and felt her pussy. I rubbed my fingers over her clit. She was getting very hot.She was getting restless, so I removed my shorts and removed her nighty over her.