She had gone shopping, with her new sexuality, her clothes seemed to be stuffy and old lady. That is certainly not the way she felt, with her new leas... on life. But, she did not want to look like a road whore either so it took awhile to get the look she was after. For the first time in awhile there was a message on the machine, which she almost walked by. ‘Probably the kids need more money,’ she thought fondly. She hit the button but it was Sam’s voice that came out, ‘Sandra, I’ll be back in. I bet he's had training, probably military, and he won't leave until he gets a chance to get the girl back. We're gonna have to leave sometime," Raff continued. "If he's still out there in a week we might need the girl as a hostage. And if we hurt her ... well, I don't think we'll like his response. You heard his threat if we get rough with the girl."Raff pointed at the rear window. "Sam, close the shutters on that window. We don't want him to sneak up and shoot us." As Sam closed the shutters. She cries out, ‘No fair!’ as she chases closely behind. We frolic like children as we attempt to ‘touch the sky’ as we swing higher and higher on the swings, slide down on the slide on our rears and stomachs and spin ourselves dizzy on the circular wheel. Time fleets by quickly as we totally forget about the impending storm, at least until raindrops begin to pelt against our skins. I look to the sky and then look to her as if to say, ‘We better get going’ but between the determined look on her. He asked me to cup and stroke his balls (when I didn't return his favor). I did that, and he moaned even more. It was still awkward, so he said we should take turns finishing each other. I asked what he meant. He told me to raise up on my knees closer to him, and let go of him.In my new position, I was kneeling in front of him, pretty close to his face. He stroked me, occasionally looking up at me to check my reaction. "Have you ever traded sucks," he asked. I immediately figured he had,.