16 years and no cigar." I can see why..." agreed David, looking out the pilothouse ports.They sailed along in companionable silence heading west south...west. There were two things David wanted to see ... the grounded Liberty ship and the Fort. Fort Jefferson is only a couple of hours by power but sail is so much more calming.The last few months had been hectic (understatement) to say the least. The midnight forays into forgotten warehouses with Myron Jones, Marine scrounger of the first water,. ”“Yes,” Kasha moaned between licks of my cock. Her fingers unlaced my boots while her tongue flicked against the tip of my cock.Undressed, the two dragged me to the bed, pushing me down on it. The sheets were rumpled. The hot scent of pussy lingered around it. There were several damp spots, evidence that mother and daughter had a wild romp with each other.My hands stroked their pregnant bellies on the way up to their breasts. I cupped Melia's firm tit and her mother's softer breast, squeezing. I rose at 5am, dressed and quietly said goodbye to my sleepy wife. I made sure that Brett was awake and made us a cup of coffee. We would stop on the way for breakfast. We were on the road before 5.30 as I wanted to be on the job site by around 8.30am. About 7am we stopped at a service station/diner that was popular with truck drivers. The food would be good at a place like this; and it was. After a good hearty meal we were on our way again.Brett had a pillow with him and made him self. Tell her you’re on the way back.”Lauren picked up her phone and texted Sara, “Leaving home, headed your way. See you soon.”“OK, have fun with the truckers. Haha” replied Sara.“Oh, I will” typed Lauren and laid her phone in the console.Grace pushed hard on the gas to merge with the heavy traffic on 95. The wind blew their hair. Even though it was September it was almost 80 and Red had no A/C. Her panties were already moist from the thought of her inaugural truck flashing experience. A few miles.