Globs of her husband’s cream glided out onto her palm, a remnant of his presence even after he had left. Francis pressed her jizz covered palm again...t her vulva and rubbed her husband’s man juice onto her clitoris. The firm nub sent a wave of pleasure through her as a reward. Francis parted her thighs and closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling. Her middle finger replaced her palm on her clit. She made circles around the lubricated button. A padded fingertip pushed aside the hood to. Yanked on the sleeve of my Air Force uniform."Cully, son,"......she stopped and looked toward the heavens."Son, just be careful with Girl. She's a little high strung at times. Strung very high, yes, that's it. Try and not get her started crying because once you do that it's very difficult to get Girl to stop."(I'd found that out, by God)."She's a little frightful truth be told."Whatever that meant. I waited for more, but, confirmed she'd finished. So I went."Sure, uh, Mrs. Cav...I mean, ma.". We asked lots of typical girl things. We asked about who was hot and who made a good couple. We asked about our sexual experiences until there wasn’t much we didn’t know about each other. Finally, I said, “Dare.” “I dare you to run outside in just your bra and panties.” I watched her as I lifted off my t-shirt to reveal my pink push-up bra. I opened my jeans and slid them over my toned muscles and off to show my matching pink thong. “Okay, I’m ready.” I opened the door and darted around her. I know right where it is. When they know that we know about that, they will leave us alone... if they don't shoot us first. We got to get that gun. Then we can talk sense to 'em." Oh, shit," sighed Becky. "Jason, I knew we should not have come out here tonight. You should have listened to me. I can't believe this is happening. My mother is going to ground me forever. I didn't want to come out here..." Jesus, Becky, save the lecture until later, for god's sake," scolded Jason.Becky stopped.