Mat marched us to some very old, world war two barracks. We had pads and sleeping bags. We slept in our flight. I was in one flight and Cynthia was in...the other. So much for our wild, passionate love making. Squeaker was in my flight so we snuggled together. We both missed our mates!Days two and three were copies of day one: MRE breakfast, Tai Chi, class, fly, Tai Chi, class, fly, MRE lunch, Tai Chi, class, fly, Tai Chi, class, fly, MRE dinner, Kung Fu, sleep.We did not fly back to Sonoma. A nice older man answered the door, I brought some of his groceries to the door, but he motioned for me to come in and drop them off. We are not supposed to do that, but in hopes of a bigger tip, I did. Two trips to the car and back and I had everything on his kitchen counter. As I turned to face him, he was holding out a $10 bill. I smiled, reached for it, grasped it, and pulled back, graciously thanking him, but he held firm to it. "How would you like to make a little extra money?" he asked.. What really got me was the fact that Patricia had told her she imagined herself with us and that Michelle had said it all had made her wet. As soon as I got home, I went to my room and locked the door. I got the pictures of Patricia and some of Michelle and laid them out on the floor in front of me. I took off my clothes and jacked off imagining the three of us together. It didn’t take any time at all before I was shooting my load into a towel. Over the next week, Michelle was on her period, I. " She declares with a knowing grin.She slides off the stool and Luke crouches in front of her and takes the wonderful cock into his mouth. He slurps and licks and grunts in pleasure. Anastasia grabs me and we kiss. She is so tall. Much taller than either Luke or I, and even taller than Norman. Her tongue is pushing into my mouth and she sucks on my top lip. One of her breasts has escaped and I close my hand over it, kneading it. Feeling the hard nipple pressing into my palm. She starts to kiss.