Greg was in the back of our truck and I walked through the gate into the back of the Step-van and within 5 minutes, Greg and I transferred all of our ...tuff.We had room to spare. I moved forward and Greg jumped out and closed the back doors of the van.Mitch explained that the back doors locked automatically when the handles were turned up. When the handles were up, they couldn’t be opened from the outside without the key. They couldn’t be opened from the inside, ever. There were no handles on. “Because I want to, John,” I replied. John supported me during the rest of the walk. At the end he was almost carrying me.I didn’t need John’s words to tell me that he loved me. Yes, he told me, often, but the real and repeated sign of his love was his outstretched hand. On our wedding day he held my hand at the altar as he slid the ring on my finger. He lifted my hand to kiss it. We both knew that my hand in his was our declaration of love, more than the words or ceremony.+++I look at the worn. 7... 8... 9... 10."Judy's head came off her chest and her eyes came back into focus.JUDYBoy, I must have been getting a little spacey. Hunger can make you a little light in the head. It was so nice of the boys ... Ummm ... the boys ... to make me a sandwich."Umm, this is the best cucumber sandwich I have ever had," Jim grinned."Uhmm," agreed the other three."You are right, Jim," I told him as I munch down in my sandwich. "What did you use for dressing on it?" Dressing, wait, that smell, that. She asked if I wanted more to which I quickly responded yes.“OK, I will just keep going until you tell me to stop. Is that alright with you?” she said and smiled.I replied that was fine. When the next song began, she stood up and turned around and sat back down on my lap with her back to me. She had pulled my cock out through the top of my waistband so when she sat her bare ass was right against my throbbing cock. Oh man what a feeling. She started gyrating to the music and slid her hands.