How many cell phone towers do you think are there in this country?”“I have no idea.”“Guess.”“Five thousand ... maybe ten thousand.”“Th...t’s about what I was thinking. I don’t think it would be possible to bring down the whole cellular network. Someone would notice something.”“You noticed something.”“I’m serious. You can’t take out five or ten thousand cell towers. The chances of getting caught are way too high.”“Maybe you don’t need to take out all of them. It might be that there are some. As doing so I comment on how nice her ass looks in her Short shorts.She says "Awe thank you" in a awkward kinda flirtatious way.We drive back to my place and I welcome her in for a Gatorade or something cause I can see she is sweating a lot.She says "That would be nice thank you" I go off to get my flashlight and tools from my garage. When I return she is not at my kitchen table where I left her. I shout "Maria where are you".As I walk around my house looking for her. I find her in my basement. Oh, my, everyone just stood. Don't fall down, girl. One step at a time, just like you practiced. This is your day. I'll soon be Mrs. Tina Wainwright. Margaret said I could have my name legally changed as soon as we get back from the island.As she turned the gentle curve of the stairs, There's Daddy. Just a few more steps and I can hold onto his arm, and I really need to. She managed to focus on Frank, Margaret, Jeff and Diana as they stood on the small stage waiting for her. Oh, Margaret is so. He asked Marcus and I to enter the center of the circle to ceremonially open the party. Marcus disrobed as I dropped my kilt and shirt. We stood naked kissing each other, pressing our hard cocks together, grinding our bodies together, as the campmates vocally encouraged us to proceed further. Marcus lay on his back, I stroked coconut oil onto his beautiful thick uncircumcised shaft, and fingered some oil into my ass. I straddled Marcus, positioning his tip at my sphincter, I slowly lowed myself.