She angle thee fingers downward and strokes my g-spot. pulling slightly at it as she began stroking it. I felt a rush of fluids drip down my leg as sh... quickened the pace, and I squirted just a bit as she pulls quickly out and lets my pussy quiver. She has four fingers sunk into me up to her palm, her thumb is massaging my ass, when I can't take it any more. "I got his now" I say and I climb up and position myself over his cock.I feel a great sense of anticipation and fear as I begin to slide. “He asked how he could help us,” Sheila helpfully murmured next to me.“Excuse,” I had learned that meant sorry in French. “We are Americans, and other than my girlfriend here, we don’t speak French, Mon-sewer Mon-pee-tit,” I replied with a warm smile of my own as I struggled while trying to pronounce his name.“Ha! Mon-pee-tit! I love it! I’ve never heard my name butchered so funnily before! Wait until I tell my wife that she is my pee tit! She’ll either laugh or slug me!” he quipped back 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 the whole organisation.”“Who is above Honeyeva?” wondered Claude. “Directing the operation. Who wants to know about the genetic. "He smiled, "Let's get out of here. I'm sure we can find something better."I nodded, and we both got up, putting on our shoes after drying off our legs with one of the towels that Jake always had on hand around his pool. "Just let me say bye to Peter," I explained, as we headed in to get our jackets.He nodded, "We should probably say bye to the gang."I nodded back, and we set off to find them with our jackets all ready on. We got hugs, kisses, "I can't believe your leaving!", "are you sure.