And he’d played along with her stupidity so the least she could do was let him get a little play. “I’ll keep your mom busy,” she said with a l...eering smile to the girl. “Do whatever you want with him. I don’t mind at all.” And with that, she turned and stepped from the end of the tunnel and hoofed it back across the hanging bridge, which sent her fake tits to bouncing. Looking down, she noticed Wendy was watching her…or her bouncing tits more accurately. Just to be a ditz, rather than climb. I tell him it is okay, I am at the very front seat and sitting there killing time by flipping channels on the tv, he comes and sits by me and we talk softly he brings out a bottle of vodka and makes me a drink, he says he would get into trouble if they smelled alcohol on his breath, I told him it was okay, I finish my drink and we r talking that other gentleman in the cabin was fast asleep and was not bothered by our talk, he makes me another drink and I ask him if he was wanting to get me. Oh, oh, omafuckingodontstop! Yes, Yesss, AAAHHHhhhaaaa…” The sound of some light kisses and a contented moan followed, as well as a nearly inaudible “I’ve missed this, baby.” After another round of kissing, Angel responded with a “Fuck yes! Eat me, you dirty bitch. Oh, God, yes! Fuck.” A drawn-out pause, as though Angel was holding her breath, then, “Fuck, uuungh, uunnngh, FUUUCKaaah. Fu-u-u-ck! K, k, k, Fu... Fu… Fuck!” Ragged breathing, a duet of long contented sighs, I even heard a. .. I..." my father stammers. "Boy, there's really no right answer tothis one, righ?"He tries to chuckle, but Cybill's stern gaze stops him immediately."He was only being polite, mummy," Joanne says."Of course, you didn't want to insult us, did you?" Cybill asks myfather."No, Cybill," he admits."Now, why on Earth would we be offended if you thought we weren'tfeminine?" she asks him.This time, he just stays silent."Let me put it this way," Cybill continues, "Would you be offended if Isaid I.