Imagine my (silent) joy to see Juliana at the ticket counter! We smiled at each other I congratulated her to her new hair-do, she sold me a ticket, I ...ent in and really enjoyed the band!When everything was over, many of the participants, members of the organizing team and other contributors mingled with the crowd in the lobby. My eyes scanned the scene, I knew a lot of people, but I couldn’t find Juliana anywhere, only her husband, so I soon went home again, tired as I was, and looking forward. It is all I can do to guide the Ambassador away from the path of foolish mischief and misadventure, and it is quite impossible to rein in our son-in-law. I certainly have no need for a second foolish son!"In retrospect, Michael's encounter at the Canadian border and his dramatic use of the shuttle and his energy ribbons to stop the federal forces from over-running the sheriff and his men, provoked a strong response from his Masi'shen in-laws. Comparatively speaking, it was about the same. My eyes had begun to glaze over, the sound of 'slop, slop' increasing as his four fingers pistoned in and up my soaking fucking twat."Oh fucking hell," I mumbled perhaps a little too loudly as again I saw the driver staring at us through the mirror. By now he would have had a perfect view of four fingers slamming in and out of my cunt.Our eyes met briefly as I continued to be finger fucked. In my hazy state I'm sure I saw him smile at me. My cunny was now sending audible slurps, slops and. We had burgers and fries and rested at our table. We headed for the club beach, got towels from the beach boy and spread out on the sand. When you took your T-shirt off, I saw you had a new white tiny bikini. We went in for a dip and when we came out, I saw that your new bikini had become transparent. You walked over to the beach boy, flaunting your transparent suit. I saw you talking to him and occasionally touching and leaning into him. He looked dazzled by your attention. You came back to me.