While still lying beside him, I scoot down a little, slide my hand down his thigh and back up into the bottom of his boxers. With my fingers, I lightl... traced the curvature of his balls and run my forefinger up the length of his cock. I feel it twitch and start to stiffen.On hands and knees I move over to his groin. With my hand back in his shorts, I lift the growing penis out of the front opening and lower my head to take him into my mouth. My tongue can feel the texture of the head, the wide. We’re pretty damn lucky that we’re all alive and going home.’ ‘Yeah,’ agreed Jason. ‘I apologize if I jumped the gun, so to speak, but when that miserable fuck started talking about what he was going to have his men do to Lisa and Theresa, I knew he had to die.’ ‘You saved me a bullet,’ admitted Charlie. ‘I was just getting ready to pop the bastard myself. He deserved to die just for saying the things he did. Apparently he intended to carry them out.’ ‘Won’t there be any trouble over this?’. I crossed Mexico about two hundred miles south of the US-Mexico border to avoid the surveillance in the border area. The US Border Patrol could VERY easily be using radars capable of detecting people! It would be bad if they detected one flying at 500 mph, that being my average low-flying, cross-country speed, when I'm not slowing down to steal a bottle of drinking water.I'd originally intended to fly a hundred miles out into the Pacific before turning north, but I turned north only fifty miles. It measured roughly ten centimetres by four, and on its pale grey surface someone had artistically and lovingly painted the words “Lots of Love See you tomorrow” in silvery paint on a primrose-yellow background, all surrounded by a bright red border.Andy smiled at the incongruous object. Who had put it there, and why? There was something vaguely feminine about the colours and the curly lettering, but otherwise there was nothing to indicate its origin. Had it been put there by some children.