”“Yes!” Dee yelled. “I need a break, please.” She pulled her t-shirt down and ran out of the room to the bathrooms. Kendra started laughing....��Did you get what you need or do you need us to keep going?”“You are still a scary girl,” I said. “I have all I can take for today.”“Yeah, I see. You better take that thing home for Annette and Morgan or I’ll be tempted to take care of it myself.” I snatched up my bag in front of me just before Dee came back through the door.“Are we done?” she asked when. The ‘Maid’ was crowded with weary-looking soldiers. There must have been over thirty crammed into her twenty-four foot length. Jack was unmistakeable in his canvas sailing smock, his thick dark hair tousled by the wind. She quickly scanned the story. It was about the ‘little ships’ that had gone to Dunkirk and plucked the British Army off the beaches. Already this massive defeat was being re-written as an epic. She supposed it was in a way but, like everyone else, she’d have preferred a real. Stepping out onto the landing, Kerry felt horribly exposed. She knew that somewhere, Shane was watching her. A brief glance down towards the living room confirmed this fact. Shane was lying on the couch with his laptop on his knee. Shane was staring a bit too convincingly at the screen, and Kerry was sure she’d seen his head flick down as she looked across. She bit her lip again as she felt her face grow hot, and she tiptoed across the landing, trying to keep as much of each boob in her hands. I pulled her in close, ran my fingers up and down her back. We pulsated, locked together like that until she said, between pants “Something different…”I had been lusting to feel that ass for so long and told her to turn around as I got up. She positioned herself on all fours, massive tits dangling in a way that made me just want to grab them, but I had that wonderful ass now. I had wanted to touch it for so long. She arched her back and pressed it into the air and I ran my hands over its soft.