Gwen's eyes were glazed and staring off to an imaginary point in the distance."It looks as though we must have shocked Gwen Sis." Valerie observed. "S...all we really give her something to remember?" I don't know Val." Francesca answered. "Are you up for it?" More than you realize." Valerie countered. "Gwen, Just relax there a while. Francesca and I would like to entertain you some more."Gwen, could only imagine what the two had in mind. However, if they were in the mood to put on a show, who was. She had only meant to threaten him playfully with the fork, but her body was taut with strain and it showed in the way she'd reflexively clutched at the fork.It wasn't just that she was finally going to get the information she'd needed for six years. That was a large part of her inability to relax. But there was the not insignificant feeling of sitting in her own ship across from someone who could legitimately claim to be an equal when it came to the Warlock. She'd repaired and run the ship. ." I adjusted my position as he requested. I smiled as I looked down at my brotthr's grinning face, which was aimed at my crotch, at the time I only had a few sprouting hairs, and his dick was in front of my face too, but he still didn't have any hair down there. Then David said, "Good!... Now your lookin at my weiner... And I'm lookin at yours!... All we gotta do now is try it... Go on Andy, you start first..." I looked right at his semi hard, maybe 3 and 1/2 inch long uncircumcised cock as I. ’ ‘If we see a murrelet, you are off the hook.’ I found the parking lot with no trouble and we hiked to the platform, which jutted inconspicuously into the edge of the lake. An hour’s watching got us a list of birds, but no murrelet. She said, ‘They are ocean birds, really. They even have webbed feet. But they nest in trees, mostly within easy reach of the coast. So a murrelet here is rare.’ As we walked back to the RV in lengthening shadows, she asked, ‘Are we still undecided about where to.