"Will Roger's is part of OKC, I think Tulsa's is on the outskirts. I've only been to Tulsa a couple of times," I told him, "I've only ever flown from ...KC." I fought through the fog that had enveloped my brain. "Why do we need an airport? Are we flying somewhere?" No," Morgan answered, running her cool fingers through my hair, "but its better to have a back-up plan close by." She started humming softly and, combined with her soothing hands, I finally fell asleep.I vaguely remembered Morgan. With the make up and outfit I just could not believe how gorgeous she was. I always thought she was beautiful but this was unbelievable, this was way beyond anything I could ever imagine a girl could look like. Claire, You, You, You So Look Beautiful! I stammered. It was all that I could get to come out. Claire walked slowly across the pool deck towards me. She stopped in front of me almost touching me. I saw her reach her thin, long arm up and put her left hand behind my neck. She pulled my. Anita's hand was onto his groin and I was sure that she was stroking him.She was so easily accessible, because she had left her thong at home; so I guessed this lucky black bastard’s fingers were exploring her wet cunt.I saw she opened her red lips to moan; so she was responding to his touch.Ana suddenly noticed I was there watching, so she signaled me to his new friend. I moved backwards to the bar stool, to wait there until they were ready to leave.A while later, Anita came over me, leading. They were just as happy to stay. Two of the men were of the Burgis race, and they had signed on the voyage for the adventure. They were happy to continue adventuring around the city we had found.The other four were shifters. Two were granddaughters of one of the Bulls I didn’t know so well, a Phil Bay. They had run away to sea, several years before. Staying behind had been an easy decision for them.They weren’t the best sailors and had only enjoyed this trip because I had played with the ship..