So I took it easy on the clothes.She emerged soon, looking hot as always. Once again, the clothes were half a size too small, and pleasant bits of Suz...nne strained against the fabric here and there. The black and white clothes squeezing her supple body made her look just a bit trashy. She didn't look like a hooker, though. More like a woman who just wanted to be sure to get a lot of looks. I complimented her, as usual, telling her how beautiful she was. She accepted all this in her usual way,. I'm exactly the opposite. I've never been in a commercial plane, just our Cessna.We had a good trip.I have to explain that I saw in Jo and Stoney a confident, poised couple, otherwise we wouldn't have dumped them right into the middle of the full community.Made 'em play for their meal, too. Jo makes me jealous. That silver flute just seems to fit her, and when she plays, oh, gosh, I'm supposed to have a vocabulary, but words fail me. Comparison? Closest I can come is Mizz Ann with her violin. . 3 months after all this started MrB sent a not home for a school camp which mum signed and sent back The day of the trip MrB came to pick me up from home and told mum he would be taking me as the bus was already full. We then went a picked up MrK from his house and set off. We never mad it to camp we ended up in a country motel for 4 days. 1st night they got me naked and a little drunk gave me amyl to sniff and told me it waould relax me I had 1 teacher sucking my boy boobs and the other. I stared at him as he had his eyes closed in ecstasy, inspecting his face when filled with pleasure. He opened his eyes unexpectedly and I diverted my own. “Shit, man. I think you spilled some milk all over you.” He plopped down on the bed next to me and laughed. Grabbing a washcloth from atop of his nightstand, proceeded to clean myself up. “How thoughtful. My stomach is still going to be sticky, though.” I hummed.“Damn, be appreciative. I’m trying!”I smiled and took the washcloth away from.