She can tell that I am enjoying the view, we make a bit of small talk, and I apologize for being so noticably distracted. We both continue our shoppin..., passing ocassionaly as we pass each other down the aisles, it is when we get to the last aisle that she says to me "looks like we are both done, I am glad I could at least make you smile, and flashes me and giggles, I tell her that I wish I could return the favor, she tells me that she is married and flirting is as far as it goes. We exchange. Mel and Lessa were right behind him, Lessa slamming the butt of her rifle into the hatch controls as she passed."Go! Go!" Not caring if she was heard, Lessa tossed her rifle on the floor and dropped down beside Ken. Med kit out, she grabbed the first painkillers she saw and slammed the needle into him. Mel dropped to her knees on the other side of her friend, hands touching his face while softly chanting his name. Ken was still grimacing in pain. As Lessa ripped open his shirt, Mel looked at. “Thank you. I didn’t want it to end.” She whispered. “Next time I’ll rub your ass longer, as long as that’s not all I get to rub.” I said. I realized she likes dirty talk.“Linda?” I asked. “Yes?” she said. “Tell me. Is your pussy wet right now?” I asked. “Very wet!” she replied. “Too bad we don’t car pool. You could be riding my hard cock right now.” I said. “Oh god.” She whispered. “I’d be sucking on those hard nipples, kissing your lips, playing with your asshole with my fingers.” I said.. But Mark just chuckled and said, “Well, you sure know how to make an old man feel good.”Libby smiled, grateful for his witty demeanor, and said, “Well, being in your fifties is hardly old.”“Sweetheart, I’m guessing your Kent here has failed to disclose my actual age. I’m sixty-seven, so I think that might qualify me as an old man,” he laughed.“Well, in my mind old starts at eighty, so you don’t qualify quite yet,” she said, as her nipples started poking at the fabric of her sundress.Kent looked.