There are a lot of people that I need to get instructions from over the radio."Misty was just about to key the transmitter when Tiffany asked, "Do you...really know what you're doing, Misty?"Misty laughed into the microphone at her chin, "It's a bit late to be asking that question." She keyed the transmitter, "Clearance Delivery this is..." In a couple of minutes she had copied everything she needed onto the notepad strapped to her thigh. With permission to taxi she focused on the man with two. I was still covered in the residue of chocolate and whipped cream so Yvonne said, "Back on all fours and back in the yard."When we were outside, Yvonne took the garden hose and began to wash me like a dog. The water was cold and the women rubbed it on me until the chocolate was gone. I was there on my all fours, dripping wet when Martha said, "Give me the hose.' Yvonne handed it to her and she spread my ass cheeks with one hand and pointed the nozzle a hard steady stream at my asshole. I jumped. "I figured you guys'd be trying to take your minds off of people dying." I guess we should," Hope shrugged, unwrapping her little bag of chips and tugging off a glove to pick them out of the wrapper. "It's not easy in a cemetery, though. It wasn't really about people dying, anyway. I mean it was, but it was sort of philosophical dying rather than people we know."Shawna reached out with one hand — the one not desperately trying to keep the mushrooms in her burger, Marcus noted — and gently held. I lied near her facing her with my right up.I kissed her in the head. Then slowly kissed her in the eyes .Then kissed in the lips. And a English kiss went on. We both kissed and responded each other with great refluxes. I stopped suddenly. She looked at me and smiled. I slowly kissed her in the neck and rubbed my lips down to her nipples. She closed her eyes and felt my warm mouth. I kissed all over her nipples. I sucked with a great passion. She kept her hands over my head and pushed my head.