I am going to Panama." Nine years ago," I said. "That's a long time on foot by yourself in this area. I wonder if he made it."Pam said, "We may never ...now unless we head further south. I don't think that would work well for Mike and Jen's wedding plans." We all grinned. Mike and Jen blushed.Robby said, "Janice, write something to give a little history and suggest the possibility of contact by radio. We need to return the notepad. We will study the manuscript."That's what we did and I wrote,. You didn’t see the look of stark hatred she gave me when I told her she’d be forced to use the weapon if necessary. But what she wanted was pitiful compared to the indignity we heaped on her in forcing her to go there. No, she doesn’t like us at all, to put it mildly. But, she co-operates in every way that counts. Something doesn’t add up.” I summed up the situation.“She has no particular reason to like you personally, John,” Verenestra replied. “Though the price was surprising, I. Laurie then liftedmy foot and started to roll some pantyhose up my leg. She did the otherleg and then she produced a set of 5 inch pink heels with an anklestrap, which she placed on each foot. She told me to stand which I didwobbly. Laurie then taught me how to walk in heels, taking small stepsand walking one foot in front of the other heel to toe. I got the hangof it in an hour or so. It felt so good to walk in heels. I was grinningfrom ear to ear, and Laurie was smiling too; just knowing how. Dad poked me in the ribs. “Oh, don’t worry, Mable. I’m gonna dazzle you real good,” he said, taking his excited cock to hand and shaking it in Mom’s direction.I laughed silently and stroked my own package a bit before grabbing the thick towels the women had used when giving Dad and me oral pleasure. I gave one to him.We placed them on the tile next to our respective wives: me on the left, Dad on the right. I picked up the tropical oil lying on the floor, and squirted a large amount on Erika’s.