I put my socks and shoes on (plural, which was long overdue) and followed Dad outside. He took the shotgun position, and I slid behind the wheel. It f...lt kind of weird driving with both hands. “Where we going?” I asked.“Get on I-20, head towards Atlanta.”He still hadn’t told me where we were going, but it wasn’t like I didn’t know how to get to the entrance ramp from Matucket onto the Interstate. Matucket had three exits off I-20, one for East Matucket, one for Matucket, and one on the west. She smoothly and quietly moved her skirt up even more. I saw her laced white panties she had on as she kept pulling up her skirt until she couldn't anymore. She gently lift her leg in my face as I glanced and saw her grinning. For a second, I lost myself and slightly kissed her ankle. My eyes glanced up briefly and noticed that what she was expecting. I kissed her leg above her ankle. Before I knew it, my head was buried as I was kissing her thighs. My head was nested up her skirt. I stopped. I tried it out on my normal FM radio and found that it made my clock radio unusable for any length of time.I mounted my second PEEPER in the bathroom that I shared with Tiff. I hooked the video out from the monitor into a video recorder. I wanted to be able to play the highlights later on.The next morning I got up early and turned on my noise generator. My clock radio sounded like someone was frying bacon and popping corn on the air. My Mark III PEEPER sounded perfect. I went into the bathroom. With the gentle rays of light falling on their body, sleep-deprived Shahid looked at moon kissed Roja’s face. She looked beautiful.His fingers roamed around her breasts as the moonlight shone on her breasts like spotlights. Wrapped tightly in Shahid’s embrace, she tried to sleep. She felt his cock getting harder and harder. It was bigger than it was a few moments ago.She could feel his hands caressing her breasts gently, his warm breath falling on her neck. She opened her eyes. It was Shahid.