Daryl and Candy few down to Sarasota on Friday night arriving at the Circle at ten o’clock. They were quickly absorbed into the mix with love and at...ention by everybody. Karen went off with Daryl but brought a very willing Cricket with her, and Candy partnered with Aaron and Megan for the rest of the night.Saturday morning about eight-thirty Dave hustled between the patio and the kitchen along with several of his helpers delivering the custom breakfasts that had become his hallmark in service. She was grinding herself against my face, which was coated in her juices, and screaming into the pillow, when her first climax hit. Not giving her spasms time to ease up, I pushed the head of my pounding rock inside her."Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob," she chanted. "Oh, Bob. Oh, Bob."Her body was moving in rhythm with her voice and I followed as her as I began to thrust deeper into her honey pot of gold liquid."Maggie?" What?" She gasped."We're gonna' make bunches of babies."Her walls squeezed me. After test firing the Spencer, I had decided it was quite accurate out to about three hundred meters but had the advantage of holding seven rounds ready to fire without reloading and that was a major benefit in close in fighting. There were quite a few snipers on both sides armed with excellent older long guns that were accurate out almost to one thousand meters. Those snipers were slow and cunning and knew enough to pick their targets carefully. I made a point of keeping my head whenever there. We paid for our drinks, tipping the bartender well before heading for a table. We drank for a few hours, talking about what to expect and our plans when we return home. Becky dominated my thoughts, mostly of our life after my return. ‘You OK Drew,’ Tyler asked. ‘You seem distant.’ ‘Sorry,’ I said as I was brought back to reality. ‘Just thinking of home.’ ‘Bullshit,’ Ryan said. ‘You’re thinking about Becky.’ ‘Guilty as charged.’ ‘I’m right there with you,’ Ryan admitted. ‘I can’t stop thinking.