After what felt like hours, Liza finally called, letting him know that they were on their way back.“The girls will be here in fifteen minutes.” He...said.Thank you, Jesus.“I’ll meet Jess downstairs,” I said, only too bloody happy to get the hell out of there, but still with fifteen agonizing minutes to kill. He shrugged and kept his eye on the TV. The excruciating silence dragged on and on until finally, he broke it.“You okay?”“Yeah.” I said, with just a hint of defensiveness.“You ever done that. ”“Good answer,” she said with a giggle, “well, I might kiss her.”*From that point, the group grew as Marge asked us to invite a couple she knew who were isolated in different cities. Word of mouth took over, and we soon had thirty participants. Any new applicants from that time forward, we suggested they form groups of their own as we felt that we had reached optimal size.Soon there were groups spread across the country. The news went viral, and we were requested to do an interview with a major. It was a few minutes before I actually wrapped my arms around her returning the hug. Then, strangely things took an unexpected turn. Jenny raised her head from my shoulder to kiss me on my lips. I refused to return her kisses. She then moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Please fuck me. Please take my pussy that is yours and yours alone. I have that craving right now. I am glad and feel lucky that you and your cock are here for me. Do whatever you want with me. I want to feel your cock. With a satisfied look, she brought her guitar back around front and nodded when Nate looked over at her. Brody wondered that was all about. Whatever it was, it worked, and they went into the next song with no problems he could detect. He recognized the current number as "Skyline," and then they segued into the next song without a break, and the crowd cheered and whistled, Brody included. Between verses, Lara said something to Ryan and the latter smiled and laughed, and Brody was struck once.