Besides, they had to plan out their secret lair. Sunday had been spent drawing designs, and discussing ideas. Steetch had reminded the others that eve...y secret lair has another secret exit, so they added that idea to their list. Hardcase wondered how difficult it would be to transport the rock dust to her garden, or to a central location she could get at. It would provide useful minerals. Freaky wanted access to water, and some kind of drainage for graywater and or sewage. He didn't think it. "I know we agreed to keep our rides in the morning professional, but I just HAD to give you a kiss and tell you how much I appreciate all you've done for me, my well being, and my psyche." She said before kissing me once again, slipping her tongue in my mouth for a long wet kiss before sitting back in her seat saying, "Carry on, let's go to work Mr. Sparkhill."I chuckled to myself and pulled out into traffic and we continued to work as we always did.Surprisingly, we were quiet almost all the. A yellow dress flowed over her shoulders and rested just above the knee. Alex was putting on a navy button-up, tucking it into his white linen pants. They were a cute pair, as always. Prisha slung an off-white crossbody that matched her flats over her head.“Ready, love?” asked Alex.Prisha nodded, “Mhmm.”They held hands for a moment. The evening sun was replaced by the glow of porch lights as they descended the front stairs to the car. Prisha opened the passenger door, the plug found its way. Pussy...is amazing!" I could barely get the words out between heavy breaths. I turned around to grab some toilet paper to clean my cock and froze in my tracks. Our waitress, a young, dark haired girl with wide hips and small, though nicely shaped breasts, stood in front of our stall. She had her hand pressed over her mouth in surprise, and our check for our lunch in the other. "I...uh...I didn't mean to...interrupt! I just...you disappeared...um...the check will be on the table when...when.