She turned around and gave one last look at the old man, but he was gone.Deciding she had enough shopping for the day, she went home and changed into ...her comfy clothes, black yoga pants and a white tank top.She decided to let her small chest hang free, after all, she wasn't expecting anyone.She set the book down and turned on the TV.Flipping through channels, she saw absolutely nothing was on, except those reality shows with women with exaggerated figures. You know the ones with women who have. When they saw the pictures of you kids at the office, they mentioned that they would like to go," Dad told Eddie and me."Did their parents really buy them the yacht, Dad?" I asked.Dad nodded. "Yes, Jen, they did." That should be fun, taking a bunch of spoiled rich kids fishing," Eddie said."I wouldn't be so judgmental, they don't seem that way at all," Dad said. "In fact, they all seem very nice." When are we supposed to take them?" Eddie asked."I don't know. They will be coming down to check. I didn't know if he was getting close, but I had a feeling that since he was pistoning up into my hand he must be getting close. His calloused fingers were clenching onto the arms of the chair repeatedly and he was gasping, panting, rolling his moans into a stream of constant noise.He finally pushed up one last time, groaning loudly. I didn't think to move and was rewarded with his jets of creamy white cum covering my face. I screamed in surprise and stopped jacking him off. He continued to. Logan rolled the body off of him and stood to face Christine. He couldn't see her eyes but just looking at her, he could feel the killing intent in her. She just stood there, as if waiting for the next attacker."Thank you Christine," Logan said and it was as if something changed then. Christine completely relaxed and looked around."We still have the bridge to clear," she said and set about retrieving her knives and guns. Logan mentally shrugged and did the same. Once both were rearmed, the set.