Vicky and Lorrie were in the SUV behind us.I was early; the ride had gone so fast. I had the coffee done and was sipping on the first mug when Ben and...the group came in. I had been watching the ZNN morning update on the African Massacre. That was the name they had given the Crown Prince’s killing. They were still giving no real information, not that I needed any.ISIS was still being blamed, they were stupid enough to take responsibility through a spokes person and that fired up half the Middle. She started to press my cheeks with her hand controlling her moaning. In between I used to put my hand inside her vagina. She asked me to put two fingers inside. I obeyed her. After a while she seemed nearing orgasm she bent to me and whispered to put my two fingers deep inside and I pressed my finger deep inside and take out and repeat it again and again, she asked me to do it faster. She started to move her pussy front and back slightly against my finger movement . . . . And finally cummed! I. Slowly I lean forwards and kiss your back, placing soft kisses all over, up and down your back I go, my hands on your hips as my kisses run over your body. I lean back up and start to massage your naked body which in turn makes you let out a groan as you realise your not alone, you open your eyes and look at me, a smile forms on your face as you turn your body over, showing me all your spender. Knelt between your open legs I slowly lift my top and slide it off throwing it to the floor leaving. .. with caffeine.I almost panicked ... paper products ... soft and absorbent feminine necessities. Wait ... no ... won’t be needing those until next spring. But... “Junior?”They weren’t at the bow. They must have sneaked back to the cockpit ... or they were swimming to shore.I looked out the open sliding glass doors. Ah ... snuggles.“Junior?”She struggled up from David’s lap. They had both been crying. She came to the salon.“Yes?”“Period?”She turned...”David ... did you buy tampons?” “Sorry ....