. “Hold a minute, Janet what kind and color is your dad’s truck?”She said, “An F-150 blue in color.” Meg got back on with John and told him ...nd that the keys will be under the front mat. “They have to be in a meeting at noon in Grenada tomorrow, so do you and Karen. Either stay on the Island or get in the ERJ135 in the morning.”... ‘And what do I do if I stay?’... “Didn’t your Dad have a talk with you, never mind she will figure it out and hung up!”Amy said, “You are bad.”Meg said, “Am I. And when that finger found my cunt hole and eased up it I had to grit my teeth to keep from giving the game away.Rushes of pleasure tore through my body as his finger surreptitiously fucked me. My parents, my aunts, uncles, brother, cousins, everyone was close enough to hear the squelches of my pussy but they were talking too loudly. I felt my color change from red to white and back to scarlet and I just knew that my face was contorted in grimaces, but since no one noticed anything there was. The river might wander to Hell and gone but you are still a resident of the state you were in before the switch.(That was a gratuitous aside from consulting maps.)There are no marinas in New Orleans. I know ... we looked ... and then searched and after that ... we hunted. There are NO marinas in New Orleans. No marinas ... no place to park the Vellamo. With no place to park we have to move on.Coming within paint scrapings of Buttercup, a New Orleans river tug ... and being severely cussed at in. She was a little nervous, but very excited. The actual piercing was very quick and easy. There was no blood, the piercer was a woman who had done it many times before, and my girlfriend even joked and laughed when it was over.Now came the healing period. We decided not to have sex for a couple of weeks. This worked for a couple of days. My girlfriend gave me soapy handjobs in the shower and I came all over her titties and tummy. At night she gave me one of her wonderful blowjobs, stroking my.