There were all kinds of different colours intertwined with thicker black lines.Andena was mesmerised by the way in which the patterns gave the vine it... lively grey colour. The soft lustre made the vine seem as though it were made of silk while in reality, it was a thin layer of a somewhat sticky wax. She was tracing one of the thicker black lines with her finger and was wondering what the inside of the vine would look like. As she was tracing the stick with her finger, she saw something moving. It was time for supper when we arrived at the perimeter highway around Atlanta. Following Eve's instructions, I headed into town. She said, "Are you hungry?" I nodded. She said, "Do you like Chinese food?" I nodded again with a smile."Fine, Bill. I will call for delivery. What's your favorite?" Hunan beef with hot and sour soup. Eve, whatever they have that they do well would be fine. The only thing I don't like is egg drop soup."She smiled. "I don't like that either." She made a call and asked. "Mmm, yeah, oh, that may take a bit of work getting it in but let's try. Maybe get me over the back of the sofa here," and she took him by the cock and went to the back of the sofa, leaned over, spread open and he got up behind her. I handed him a tube of lubricant and he put a dab on the end of his cock and rubbed it up and down, spreading it on her pussy lips."Just not my ass, okay, my pussy," Beth said as Chris got up on the sofa standing on the cushions, offering my sister his cock to suck. He grinned when he saw Doug and Cat, looking both their bodies up and down.Cat smiled at his attention. She had caught Clarke eyeing her several times during the past week. They had talked a little and become friends. Clarke was a world traveler and had seen a lot in the military. He didn't mind sharing his experiences with an interested person. Cat hung on every word, intrigued. Talk was all she had done with Clarke thus far, though. She was attracted to the Bushman but catching up with Doug.