“Friday night. We’re all leaving Saturday,” Tim reminded me.“Did you like the people I invited for the boat trip?” I asked.“What was up wi...h that chick that grabbed my package?” Tim asked.I hadn’t known she’d done that.“She’s a friend of Isabel’s. I met her one other time, and she did that check on all the guys at the party. Did she do it to the Japanese group?” I asked.“Uh, yeah! I thought they were going to faint,” Wolf said. “I vote you invite her.”“Frick. I’m going to have to do some. " Rising Waters, the Chief, looked very troubled as he spoke those words. He had been forced to fight a war right after he became the Chief. He appreciated, maybe more than most Chief's, the value of being at peace. He was also a husband and father though, and he knew that protecting the future of his loved ones was even more valuable and more important than living in peace. Two Bears stood after Rising Waters had sat back down."I will go if such a war party is formed. I would hope that other. He is never there on Saturdays. We recline facing each other. Our towels d****d to the sides and our junk in full view of each other. We lazily masturbate. The professor jokingly asks if my ass is still full of his cum from the previous night. After 10 minutes or so of slow masturbating the professor tells me that he is still horny and asks if I would be interested in going back to his place for another round of sex. I sit there considering his offer. He adds that he would like me to. I swallowed. “I won’t run.”“That’s a good bitch,” he grinned evilly. “Too bad we can’t play with you. Now,” he handed me a brush of uncertain vintage. “Straighten your ass up, so you look halfway decent.”I did what I could with the brush using my reflection in the window, while the SUV drove through the gate and around a hangar, away from the FBO. The jet, a Citation, was parked next to the hangar, with another SUV beside it. We drove around the left wing from behind, and I could hear that at.