She leaned over against me and we kissed, slowly and deeply, and while we were kissing I could see the guy behind us had slid forward in his seat so h... could see my wife's bare legs and her panties. As I slid my hand up to the top of her panties I turned enough to watch him and I slowly pulled her panties down exposing her bush. I saw his eyes widen and I heard him gasp, so I figured I'd have a little fun and I slid my finger into my wife's dripping pussy. She immediately started a quiet. I tried to go down on her but she pulled me back up. It seemed like she wanted a sweet little wham bam.I reached over to my night stand and opened the drawer. I fumbled around for the box of condoms. Only one left. I opened it and rolled it onto my swollen member.I lay next to her and, when I tried to kiss her, she let me. We kissed for a half a minute and she pulled away. I was starting to understand that this meant, 'let's get on with it.' I think Kyla was right: she might be afraid of. Sure enough, Jethro was snuggled up in bed where Mac had left him."Hey, Gibbs. Got food, a couple more blankets, some books for me. How is your carving going?" Jethro had been carving the Marine symbol for Mac's folks. The shapeless lump of wood they'd found had taken on depth and Mac knew Jet was damn good at this, even one handed."Want something to read? We've got Playboy, Omni, Scientific American, Popular Mechanics, Sports Illustrated, Newsweek ... Got a bunch of magazines and some. A man stood, not five steps away. Tall. Lean. Wiry, almost. His hair was dark, the same black as her lost Gary, cut short. A black mustache stood above lips set in a firm, strong expression. His eyes ... He was obviously the leader of this group. One look showed that. He had the bearing of leadership, strength of mind and will, if not hands and limbs. Yet there was strength there, too. She could see it. Wanted to feel it. Feel those arms hold her ... those hands touch her..."WENDY!"The furious.