When the pretty one asked her for a light, she recognized the couple from the blackjack table. She couldn’t help but notice that they were the stere...typical lesbian couple: The thin, attractive “girl”, and the masculine “dyke”. Bev was amused as she gave them the once-over. “Are you done for the night?” the “Man” asked her in a deep voice. “Yes, finally,” Bev answered, throwing her long, blonde hair back over her shoulders, “I was dying in there.” Both of the lesbians nodded in agreement.. I feel strangely aroused as I pass a billboard with an underwear model. I just want to get home and finally pull into my driveway. I see nothing unusual and am ready to get in and relax with TV and wine. Walking away from the car, I think I see movement inside, but laugh it off in my mind. Putting the key in the lock, I open the door placing my coat on the rack just inside the hallway. Walking towards the kitchen a hand grasps across my mouth, I am startled and my heart races in my chest. I. I gave him my best withering look and suggested that we really didn't need to make this trip longer than it already was.We celebrated the first of September at the point where I-71 peeled off to the southwest. We continued to follow I-75. This point was in the vicinity of Walton and we stopped for a couple of days to rest and scavenge for more supplies. We had been teaching Laura to shoot and she was becoming quite a huntress. She had quickly learned to be quiet in the woods and enjoyed being. Both were well built, handsome and polite with big warm smiles. They were dressed in typical island garb, colorful hats like a Kofia and similar shirt but most of all I couldn't help notice the pants they wore. White cotton and rather thin. Though their shirts came down to their crotch you could clearly see the outline of their manhood hanging well down their legs! I was rather shocked by this and looked away quickly before they noticed my surprised blush. Once in the main building I noticed.