”“Doing what?”“You really want to know?”“You said you were going to be here, so I don’t know what took you so long—”“Check this ou...t,” he said. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper.I didn’t know what to make of it at first. The paper was full of letters and numbers, and I couldn’t tell what they meant. But then I saw a notation that said HIV NEG.“I got tested,” he said. “It’s a clean bill of health.”I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Congratulations,” was all I could. "I need to you to fuck me, now!" Oh, yes," Andy scrambled for his trousers, pulling out a condom and small container, handing the latter to me.While he got the rubber on, I bunched my skirt up in my left hand to keep it off my arse and used the other hand to scoop liberal amounts of lubricant from the container to spread first around my sphincter, allowing my fingers to slip in a little, then over his throbbing, latex coated erection. Placing the container on the floor, I turned my back on. I had chosen to wear a very short skirt and a vest top for the journey and I could feel their eyes stripping me as I walked across the airport.We decided to skip the coach transfer and headed straight for a Taxi, the Taxi driver was about late forties and had a big grin on his face when he saw me climbing in the back of his taxi with my skirt riding up, he kept glancing back at me and Brian thought it would be a good idea to put on a show and started to kiss me very slowly and sexily. My tongue. That was all it took to calm me. Josh signaled a Deputy Sheriff to come over. He seemed to be waiting for the signal."I'm fine and the insurance company is already taking care of things. There's no need to sue anyone Michael."Fowler's eyes seemed a little less bright when he heard that and at that point he took note of my companions."And who are these lovely people." He said holding out his hand.Neither Beth nor Josh offered to take his hand and I responded"This is my friend Beth Taylor and her.