She managed to calm down and just rested her body thinking I wasn't there. "Listen you ugly bitch, I don't know who you are and I don't want to know. ...All I want is to fuck you please and thanks." I said. I had to make her think I haven't even seen her before. Or that could be a step into them catching me. She was crying. Beautiful. I took off my clothes making sure to keep my mask and night vision goggles on. I then went in-between Sarah's legs and stared at her amazing ass. She was 20 years. They continued their journey by heading east going through New Mexico and into Texas.The change of scenery from the mountainous one they had driven in to the flat barrenness they now were seeing was a big change. Joe preferred the mountain scenery to what it was now as the scenery made the driving interesting.Joe said there was no reason for her to wait to apply for the carry permit. She downloaded the application and completed it. Joe wrote a letter attesting to the training he had given her. There were with her three large young men, also wearing tiny swimming outfits, and the plot implied that this was some kind of high school bunch getting ready to enjoy a hot tub.The three men went into the tub first and she paraded around complaining that the chemicals in the water may damage her bathing suit."Take it off!" one guy said. She giggled and pretended to refuse."Look, we can make it fair," another one said, throwing his bathing suit out of the tub and on the floor.She got in just. John’s gorgeous 23 year old wife, Jillian, came out and joined us. She was sitting close to me. She had beautiful long legs, was wearing tight and very small white shorts and a loose halter top. I could tell that she was not wearing a bra, there were no bra straps on her bare back. I could not see any panties line either. When she leaned over I could occasionally see the swell of a small breast when the halter would gape open. Every so often, her bare thigh would brush up against mine. John.