. stubbed my toe on the bed when I came back from the bathroom." Oliver replied. I continued to suck on his cock, making him shiver and moan. He pushe... my head back, but I reattached my lips instantly, missing the taste. "You okay, son ?" I heard Bill getting close to Oliver's room, but I continued to bob my head. "Y-Yeah. . oh my god. . . I'm fine dad, just go back to sleep." Even with Oliver's excuses, Bill walked in to see my mouth wrapped around Oliver's cock. I took it out of my mouth. "She came in and sat down on the sofa. I asked, "Want a coke?" That would be nice." She followed me into the kitchen and we opened a can each. She took a long swig and let out a very un-ladylike burp. I had to follow suit so I did the same. We both laughed our silly heads off. We made our way to the living-room where we stood facing each other about a foot apart. We were just looking into each other's eyes when she got on her tip-toes and kissed me on the cheek. That took me by surprise and I. Time seemed to stand still. All the ambient noise—from the people, from the slot machines, from the music playing through the overhead speakers—faded away."Thank you," Marissa said to the spa manager."It was my pleasure. You two have a wonderful evening," he bowed slightly and then walked away.Alan still hadn't moved. She crossed the distance between them, fully aware of all the eyes upon her.Is he seeing her? Marissa thought to herself. Or does he see me?"You look fantastic," he breathed,. " Damn," I heard one of the agents inside of the van say.I looked over to find both of them sitting up."One hell of an explosion! It got through, too. Ain't supposed to be able to do that. I hope it makes it easier for them to get us out. I have a hell of a headache."There was a tapping on the van and the same voice I heard before said, "You guys alive in there?"I didn't find that amusing at all.I moved over to the crack in the back door and said, "No, we're all dead!" Umm, is that you John?" I.