My mouth waters.I stick my fingers hard into her pussy again. Sticky. My fingers pinch her clitty. Her face looks very pained. Can’t she talk? Well ... don’t feel like talking with her anyway. I just want her body.My other hand goes to her bum. Feels her ass crack. Pushes against her bum hole. I thrust my middle finger into her bum hole. Hard.Now I slam her against the wall, one hand groping her clitty, the other hand wiggling a finger in her asshole.Pressing against her I force my lips on hers. Then she got close to me and whispered to me. “Have you ever seen his dick?” Jessica asked. Then her cheeks blushed. I could tell she into him, but I had a secret she had no idea about, so was I. “Why are you interested in him?” I asked. “Maybe. Would you be mad if I asked him out?” Jessica asked. I didn't know what to say. If she went with him, would my shot with him just go out the window? “Are you really interested in him, or is it just lust, if you don't mind me asking?” I asked. “Both I. It was a bit educational watching the man work, to be honest. Trunk and I could clean a bird of its feathers and get it ready for a stew pot, but we were rank amateurs next to this trail cook.I had expected him to roast or boil them, but instead he cut the meat off the bone until he had a pile of chicken pieces. He seared them in some hot grease in a big skillet and then threw in a pile of chopped carrots, celery and onions, added a bottle of wine and then made himself a dough of some kind. I’ll continue to monitor the aviation frequencies,” I told her before we both returned to listening.Just before 8:00, I picked up a transmission from a Marine helicopter asking for landing instructions at Big Bear’s airfield. Twenty minutes later, there was a transmission from a Department of Energy aircraft asking for landing instructions also.“It would appear that the participants in this little exercise are gathering,” I told Grace as 9:00 o’clock approached. “It’s time to call Mr. Hill and.