Chuckwas scowling, embarrassed that the effects of the ring had worn off andtransformed him back in the middle of lunch while some little boy had been...staring at him."I swear, that kid's going to be messed up for life," Bryan teasedChuck about the incident."It's not my fault," Chuck grumbled self-consciously, "I wasn'texpecting to have it wear off yet."Bryan paused to look at Debbie and Al with a thoughtful expression,then said, "I spite of what I remember, it's too much of a coincidencethat. While I sat in the airport waiting for my flight, a thousand thoughts went through my head. Cindy was lying, she just had to be. I drew a bit of attention because I wasn't carrying any luggage. I had to go through the scanner. I guess my nervous and impatient manner had a lot of people on edge.That whole homeland security thing had everyone walking on eggshells. Terrorists look just like everyone else nowadays. So me sitting there alone muttering to myself and checking both the clock and the. I managed to get within 100 feet of the gang without being spotted. I wish that I could attribute that feat to my great skill as a woodsman. However, I am sure that it was my luck at work again. Whatever the reason, there were two groups of men gathered in a small clearing. One of the groups appeared to be just lounging around, smoking and talking. The other group was engaged in heated conversation, and I assumed them to be the leaders of the band. There was an opening of about 30 feet between. I don't know why it is. There's no masturbation shame in our family. Nothing. Still, telling Michael that I had been strumming my clit with my fingers a few hours ago was enough. That and the current strumming it was getting from his tongue was more than sufficient.I groaned, lifted my ass to get just a little more pressure, and then came. A few short breaths, and as I pressed hard against Michael's face I exploded, happy that the house was empty as I yelled and flexed my hips, my feet again on.