The next day was clear, dappled by a cooling Pacific breeze. A good omen. I couldn’t eat much, visions of cock and cum were dancing about in my herb...infused head. Husband always threw a few edibles and joints into his traveling humidor, mixed in between dark maduro Nicaraguan cigars, every time we traveled. He was convinced the cigars would throw off d**g dogs. Husband is a bit of a moron...and I told him so. But I wasn’t too concerned about flying into Portland, this place was known for being. "In a minute." "Don't take too long. Or I'll I have to use soap and scrub my pussy...all by myself." . "No, honey, I'm not working," Dean replied. He smiled when he clicked on a flight listing — non-stop and reasonably priced.Julia let out a little gasp. "Florida? Are we going on vacation?"He hadn't even thought about taking Julia until that very moment, but the excitement in her voice persuaded him almost instantly. "I think so."Julia bent down and hugged her father from behind. "I love you, Daddy. I've always wanted to go to Florida."A few clicks later, Dean said, "Next Saturday."Julia let out. She made a point to come to most of my jobs for her dad and we were becoming friends. I was confident that Tami would find fun dates for all of them.After lunch was the class I had been dreading, PE, and the long swim. Coach Engels had the swim team boys go in the first group. There were 10 lanes so our class of thirty would go in three equal groups. I think the swim boys wanted to lock up the competition before it even got started. What they didn't count on was that the lower rated swimmers.
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