Last night after doing that I touched my labia where the rings were. I could tell they were swollen and my pussy was leaking a little. It was a slic...k fluid and I smelled it. It had a musky sweet smell. I remembered the director of the clinic had said if I began to ovulate this might happen. Was I finally fertile? Of course this was not good timing for this to happen and I sure wasn't going to tell anyone. I heard someone enter the room. It was Mr Yee. Of course he asked me the same. Mr. Knowles and I shared a look of satisfaction on our faces. Becky crawled into my lap and fell asleep, with her head on my chest.“We will be on the ground in ten minutes, everyone buckle-up, please?”Becky got off me and moved silently to her seat and buckled up.We landed at Moffett Airfield, where Google keeps its fleet of Gulfstreams along with a Boing 767-200. As we landed, I noticed what was called ‘Hangar One,’ a huge hangar that held the USS Macon, a rigid airship back in the 30s.Due to. She laughed and then a mischievous smile spread across her face. "Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?" Sam asked.I blushed. "No I've never," I manage to say. "H...have you?" Once or twice," she winked. "Come on, it'll be fun." Well..." It's just the two of us and whatever happens, I won't say anything." She looked at me with a look that I simply couldn't place."Alright," I said standing up. Sam simply smiled; we quickly slipped out of our bathing suits, Sam seemingly making a show of it as she. She put her hands around me rubbing inside my shirt saying, “Woo, you sure do have nice abs.” She started to drop her hands inside my pants, but I pulled her away.I turned around and said, “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”“No, I just want to find out ... what you’re packing?”I pushed her hands away, unzipped and dropped my pants, leaving me in my boxers.She reached in and encased my firmness with her hand. I let her hold on for a few moments, then I pulled her hand away and said, “There -.