" I sure loved it," I told her as I worked my hand in the split of her gown to feel her bare thigh, and slipped my fingers to her pussy. My cock was h...rd again, still leaking pre-cum against the dark trousers, making a noticeable spot."Let's take the this exit and change to something more comfortable,” said Andrea as we approached one.We pulled up to a small convenience store, which was nearly deserted, save for the employee inside. We got out of the car and rummaged through our luggage for. "It was a week later, just two weeks before my hearing, I was trying toenjoy my lunch in peace and Ethan, being his usual sarcastic self, waskeeping me from that enjoyment by his very presence."You know, I don't even know your name."I didn't look up at him. I stayed focused on my phone, trying tocomplete an e-mail to my parents. They had ridden their motorcycle downthe east coast of the United States, and would be in New Orleans in afew days. My father was perfect for the task of rooting out. "Have you both been drinking? You expect me to believe that?" Beegs asked."What part don't you believe sir? You saw us being taken up into the air with your own eyes. You saw us being returned similarly. Is it the part where we killed two of the savages that you're having difficulty with?"Beegs saw the man's point. He couldn't deny what he had seen with his own eyes. He decided the man's insubordinate tone was a good enough excuse to get both of them back to the ship. They were unsettling. I heard voices down the hall and Jean and her friend Gerta walked in the bedroom. With the heating vent cover off and me in the attic I could see everything going on in the room. Then I got the surprise I had not expected, Gerta and Jean embraced and exchanged a passionate French kiss, as my wife fondled Gerta’s ample breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse. The blouse fell to the floor and shortly afterwards Gerta’s bra came off and so did her blue jean mini-skirt. She was wearing no panties and.