Rhonda was in the kitchen. She said, "We can make a list of things we need for when we go shopping. I think we need some wine, and should stock up on ...eers, as well."I told her to make a list, and, as we find things we need, or run out of something, we can put them on the list, and then the next person to go to the store can pick up what's on the list. They both agreed.Friday the waves were good, so I surfed until ten. Susan was out in time to leave for work by eight, and Rhonda went to work. He was standing over the toilet wanking. As the door opened, he whipped around just as a long ribbon of cum shot from his dick. It hit my face, but he just stood frozen in horror as another burst hit my apron, and the next load just caught the tip of my pumps and the next hit the floor. The final offering just squeezed out his cock and ran down its impressive length."OH MY GOD! I'm soo sorry. Oh fuck, oh fuck, sorry," he beggedI looked him up and down and liked what I saw, "It's ok, let me. She didn’t miss a beat,continuing upward across my breasts to my shoulders,crinkling my nipples.“Ooops, sorry,” she giggled, staring at my breasts.She poured some more on each one and rubbed it in,smiling as the nipples hardened further. She moved tomy arms and finished me quickly, putting the bottledown and wiping her hands.“I’m sorry,” she said as she sat down, “I had to touchthem…I wish mine were that big.”“Big?!” I giggled,. "But let's get the cock back in the snatch here, shall we? Assuming intelligence is correct, what's our egress?" Right, LT," Ken said, looking down at the map. "We're fortunate that young Mr. Whiting is being checked into this particular hospital. It is less than three minutes drive-time to the freeway, assuming no traffic, which we should be able to assume if it takes place as scheduled. The most likely access point the WestHem team will use is the service entrance here on the east side of the.