It was hard to tell if it was getting brighter or if it was just her imagination. Having nothing better to do, she closed her eyes and counted to sixt..., then looked again. She repeated this process three times before she was sure, it was definitely brighter. It took almost a half an hour before the bright speck was close enough for her to see that it was a shuttle, painted in Union Navy colors.Her head felt light and her chest was burning. Her eyes blurred as they filled with tears and she. She paced in front of the library, figuring he was mad because she refused him and now he wasn't going to show up."Damn!" she muttered under her breath, hurrying up the stairs to the library, deciding he might be inside working.She came back outside, feeling worse than she had felt before. She was positive he wasn't going to show now. They had told her he called in sick. He didn't even want to face her. She sniffed back a tear, knowing she would never be able to go back to the library with him. Starting the kicker only took a couple of pulls as it had warmed up before and had fresh gasoline in it. Using the paddles they got the canoe turned around and heading in the right direction. Grant then took up the slack and pulled the boat a couple of feet up from the bottom. While it was heavy due to the water displacement it was not as heavy as it would have been on the surface. Bracing himself he put the kicker into forward and advanced the throttle. Watching through the view box Jannie let. “Ooooh, no that’s too much!” shrieked Vicky, “Stop, STOP!!” Becky looked up, her lipstick smudged, her lips covered with a silvery sheen of moisture. “What did I do wrong?” Becky whispered. “Oh, it’s not you gorgeous,” said Vicky, “It’s just that it feels so sensitive having your pussy licked through tights, and I can’t stand too much of it.” Becky breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought I was crap at pussy licking,” she breathed, “Still, let’s get these tights off, I want you!” Vicky pulled her.