S. Highway 2 as we had done every summer when I came to visit. It was a sixty-mile drive along the shore of Lake Michigan. My uncle told me it was a p...thway that had existed for centuries, having been a trail used by Native Americans even before our nation existed. It definitely had that feel to it too. The scenery was beautiful with dark green pine trees growing in immense national forests and frequent breathtaking views of the sparkling blue waters of Lake Michigan. This far north it was a. The freighter did not fire again as they made it around the scattering debris from the destroyed asteroids. He thought the Alliance must have warned them off from firing again because he knew a ship that size could fire one half-powered beam like that every five minutes. When they passed the half-way mark through the belt, he received a notification from the Alliance Cruiser. Ignoring the message, he continued their desperate flight.“Ethan, the Alliance Cruiser is using lasers to clear a path,”. Most of the people I encountered were attractive and well-mannered, even as they were trying to “cop a feel”. Very soon I was encouraging the contact by holding a wandering hand against my breast or butt, instead of ignoring it or pushing it away. I guess this could be called a “group grope.” It wasn’t long before I felt an occasional hand sliding unaided under the thin material that partially covered my breasts. I almost had an orgasm on the spot.If the gropers were pleasant looking, I would. Sam said that he understood and to not make plans for Christmas break as the band is scheduled to perform as openers for a major band.It’s mid-morning Sunday morning. A day before school starts. The house is quiet, so I’m assuming everyone is gone. As I’m becoming fully awake, I realize there is something wet around my cock and the blanket is going up and down.“Damn it, Katy, Mom, and Dad let you in again,” I ask.The reply I get is a tongue going from my balls back up to my head and more.