"Is there a problem, slut?" No, sir. May I suck your cock, sir?" That's better. Yes. Yes you may."Wes wanted to close his eyes as his body deftly open...d the pilot's trousers. His hand slipped inside and Wes was afraid of the heat radiating from the pilot's groin. He looked at the pilot's cock. Oh, God, it was huge... the head glistened with pre-cum, a bulging vein stretched down the side. Wendy ran her red fingernails down the sides of the cock, reaching her tongue out and tasting the salty. The extra horse was no problem, and she seemed to be glad to be among friends. We went to sleep early with the intention of trying to find the dog and Martin (in that order) the next day.When we woke up, we joyously greeted the new dog. He had joined us during the night, so Swift Rat and I were ready to go home. However, Swift Rat did remind me of the shotgun and ammunition that Martin had stolen. I agreed that the shotgun represented a hell of a lot of work on Amos' part, so we owed it to him. "God, I've always wanted to do it outside but I never dreamed of this with you."We walked to midfield towards one of the sidelines. The grass between the hash marks was kind of chewed up from the game the night before so I found a nice, smooth grassy spot and set the blanket down. We sat down on the blanket and kissed. Her lips were so soft and our tongues met and began their dance. I longed to fondle her breasts and reached my hand down her shirt. Stacia moaned in my mouth as she felt my hands. But they all seem to know who you are, where you come from, what your hotel room is, and everything. I don’t know how they do it, but they do.’ ‘Fuck! You mean they follow us wherever we go?’ ‘I don’t know if they follow us, Sharon. But nothing passes them by. And it’s a pretty punishable crime if someone pretends that there was more sex than there was, or, for that matter, less. There must be some kind of surveillance system. God knows how it works! And it’s not as if any of the people get.