We did our breakfast drill, included Brenda in it, and pushed the kids out the door to the school bus stop. Brenda left for work as the kids departed,...and that left Stacy and me alone for a few minutes.I looked at her and teased, "Have fun last night?" I was feeling kind of strange inside, but tried to hide it. I didn't have a vocabulary to describe what I was feeling. Angst? A little jealousy?"More than that," Stacy smiled in return. "I'll tell you tonight. Bob was there too, so we did what. Oh well... A few weeks ago I let myself be dragged to a downtown club by some friends for an evening out to enjoy a few drinks and to experience this new blues band that was quickly gaining popularity. I went along expecting to hear the blues that I knew and recognized. I was disappointed when I realized that it was not the music I was accustomed to. Then I noticed the bass player. He seemed the shy type; totally immersed in the music he was playing feeling each and every note. He seemed to. She just sat for a moment onmy cock, sitting upright with her beautiful body stretching above me anda warm glow of pleasure on her face as she contemplated my lingerie cladbody stretched out before her."Mmmm, yes, my sexy bride," Gina moaned, "How do you like that? Do youwant me to fuck you now, baby?" Oh God yes, Gina," I sighed, "I love being your beautiful bride, makethis a wedding night to remember."She began to grind herself against my cock and soon to rock her body backand forth more and. The one covering the cook shack was my only interest at the moment. Any minute it should go out. Mike would think the Atwoods had found it. But Martin would disable it, while he blew the cook shack.I knew that when the camera went out, the cook shack would be gone within minutes. It was at that time, when the shit would really start to fly. I didn't want Mike or Gwen to know what was happening. If they didn't know, they couldn't roll over on us. It was a need to know situation, and they.