A nervous waiting game was afoot. I called the guys together for last minute instructions."If they turn into the lane stay behind the cars, if they ra... the cars get away from them - don't get crushed between them," I said.Then they took their positions again. I stayed with Andy at the last car before my Suburban."They are a mile from Morton Airport lane. They have pulled off to the side of the road; we are well back using binoculars to look at them. We should be just a tiny speck to them,". ”Tiffany put Marcus on speaker phone so Laura and Shelly could hear.“Ok. Hi girls, I’m Marcus and I was telling Tiffany about the time of my near divorce in 1984. My wife asked me in bed if there was something special I would like. I told her I wanted her to release an air biscuit. No hesitation. She let out a tiny squeeker on cue, right in my face. The next day she unloaded a whopper that damn near singed the carpet. Sounded like she killed a huge duck. It was total romance. She never topped. She stared back at him and she tried to get her labored breathing back to normal. Suddenly, he cocked his head up as if he had only just realized they were in a crowded club. He looked back through the darkness to see someone approaching him. ‘Jeez Alistair we’ve been looking for you for forever mate, where’ve you been?’ The newcomer followed Alistair’s gaze down and saw Rosalie standing there, and his mouth formed an O of realization. ‘Well whatever,’ the newcomer continued, ‘Drakes had too. She would’ve been able to from June, but as they were both the ones being disciplined she reckoned that that wasn’t going to happen.As the seventh stroke landed so Linda once again yelped and shook her head with her eyes tightly closed and was hissing in and out through clenched teeth. The eighth stroke was even more difficult to cope with. Emma was still really enjoying herself as she watched the ninth stroke develop and listened to Linda’s pain-filled yelp as she wiggled her bottom. Emma.