Although none of the magazines he had bought could be considered in the least bit risqué, George still felt furtive as he picked up the bag they were...in and got out of the car."Hello George," a woman's voice behind him called. Startled he almost dropped the bag and span around to see Allison Callow. "I thought it was you." Ah. Yes. Ah. Hello, Allison," George stuttered. "Just — err — popped out for some — well, needed to pick these up." He smiled and almost dropped the bag. Allison looked. I pull my hand away, and turn you, allowing your ass to rest against my dick, other plans lay in wait for you within my mind. I again began at your shoulders, this time being much more gentle, slowly caressing your breasts, teasing your nipples. I continue my descent, as I do, I can feel you trembling with excitement, hoping, longing for me to complete my journey to your pussy, I slow and stop, I pull you to me, my dick slipping between your ass, and beginning to rub your tight asshole, an. Please?”A pause, and then, “Oh God yes. I’m doing it. Ohmigod, Dawn! You taste so goood…” There was a pause, and then the funny little panting that she had learned that Susan always did just before she came. “Listen,” she gasped, and Dawn heard her move the phone to her pussy so that she could hear the wet sounds of her fingers wildly rubbing her slit.She was proud of herself that she managed to not drop the phone as the motion of her fingers matched Susan’s and her orgasm washed through her.. We could make some time and did. My concern was ahead. Half a ten-day later, my concern was validated. We arrived in the area of Mobile and Mobile Bay. We had not seen any people on our way. I guess being in the path of hurricanes would move me away from an area, also. The bridge on the map could be found on our side but the gap was insurmountable. We would have to cross over on water. None of us were boaters so we would go around north to find a way eastward. The map showed I-65 crossing the.