She sought for a door with a small dotted circle like the amulet. It didn’t matter which way she walked or which corner she turned.In Fortana, nobod... ever knew where they were coming from or going.After a few hours, she found a door, opened it and went inside. Another disappointment. A tiny studio with a bed and an old lamp. It would have to do. Some places were better than others.She went outside, leaving the door open and sat on the steps to wait. There was only one way to pass the time. She. As the light turned green once more, I raised my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean, wetting them. A blare from a horn behind us jerked the driver back to reality, and he set off again, eyes on the mirror. My fingers dipped back down, slipping one, then two fingers inside myself. I had no idea where we were or how long the journey had taken, my mind focused on just one thing. I began to finger myself, a regular beat, almost in tune with the engine's throb. We turned a corner, I felt myself. ‘I want to make love to you,’ I said, ‘but not here. I want you where we can get naked and we can yell, and we’re not going to bother anybody else.’ ‘I know,’ she said, ‘lets go back to the car and drive home.’ We drove home and parked my car between our houses. It was dark and we were still on fire. She had been slowly stroking my hard cock all the way and I was ready to explode. She turned in the seat and I unbuttoned her blouse and opened the catch between her bra cups. I reached to touch. All the girls cheered and began shouting ideas. I came up with the perfect solution and it was immediately put into motion. We would fly to Florida, lease a yacht with full crew and sail to Hawaii via Panama Canal, then decide what to do after that. That way we would not need passports as we were not leaving America. April kabashed that idea when she said you needed a passport to board any vehicle that left the continental states, if we were just sailing in the gulf and back for the day or even.