Montoya, and I were about to be dispatched to search for vehicles suitable for the rest of us to use in making the trip to San Antonio."Maybe a Greyho...nd bus," Martin suggested, "or a big truck... We could ask Raymond to look around, where he is now, for a troop-carrier type truck." Too vulnerable to fire from an ambush," I said. "A bus -- or more than one bus -- would be better. Or maybe even the Humvees that Raymond's already found." We need something to carry our gear in," Ingmar reminded.. He simply barked, “Close the door, son!”Matt closed the door, but never left the room. He just stood there behind them watching his dad’s glutes tense as he thrust his manhood in the lady’s tender flower.“Oh, Congressman Jay,” she whined. “Give me all that big White cock!”“Yeah, Brenda! Your pussy is so tight!”“I love the way you fuck me, sir!”“Yeah! Oh yeah,” he panted.“Mmmm!”“I could screw this pussy every day!”“You can, sir! You can!”Matt knew his dad would not be doing that because it was. Being one of thenew girls, I caught more than my share of appraising glances; evenMaggie looked me up and down a few times. Also, except for Joanne, whomI saw in another line, I was the only woman with no pubic hair, Steincustoms being different.After the shower, we went back to our rooms. Work was done for the day,so we put on light cotton summer dresses, conservatively cut past ourknees, and, in the typical manner on Stein farms, decorated in largeprints, usually flowers or, as I saw on a few. After the games, all other classmates also started drinking but me and Priya were already high enough and she suddenly demanded a bike ride in the open roads. I generally wouldn’t prefer driving after drinking but somehow she convinced me. We both left the party one after another in such a way that nobody noticed us. She was waiting near my bike. We started off and soon reached highway. When on highway, I started driving fast and the air did its part on giving us an altogether different.