That’s why her husband dropped her off her at the airport. Cassie got to the gate before the main body of greeters so she was able to stand closest...to the door he would come through. She put her bag on the window ledge beside her and dug out the two leis she’d brought for him. The first was the traditional kind – gardenias and carnations, purple for a male. The second was also specifically for a man – small cowry shells strung together in a long loop. They clicked against each other as she. It was odd why he had to actually say this, but the others seemed fixated on Grace and Zara.“It’s a question,” Claude tuned in. “We need to find somewhere we can hide three aliens and ourselves, from the CIA and a Mafia drug cartel.”“The cartel only have this boat as a link to me,” reasoned Mia. “As long as we ditch it without leaving a trail they’ll be stuck.”“Okay,” grinned Paul, “so we sink this somewhere then there’s only the CIA, no worries.”“A faction of the CIA,” Mia pointed out, “not. “Some of the ladies here flirt with me a little, but none of them crosses the line into physically touching. They know what’s acceptable and what’s not. Kindly take the hint and stop grabbing me.”I pulled my arm away from her again and she turned sour.“So, you don’t mind if all the young chippies titter at you, but someone a little older comes along and you’re disgusted?!!?” she spat.“No one else here is grabbing me,” I pointed out. “No one’s tittering, and I don’t even know what a chippie. But you know that already, you can feel my cock already trembling with excitement in your mouth. You have started taking me deep into your mouth now. Your head is bobbing up and down my cock as you mouth-fuck me with long fast strokes. In my state of intense excitement, I know I can't take much more of this exquisite pleasure!You slide a hand behind me and begin caressing my ass, sliding your fingers teasingly down between my ass-cheeks while pulling me forward into your thrilling mouth. I am.