She thought for a moment, and then said teasingly: “Ok, as long as you keep your eyes closed and your hands to yourself.” “No deal,” I laughed.... “It’s your hands that will be kept to yourself.”I quickly stripped off and then went to my bedside draw and took out a piece of rope. I always had a few "accessories" with me on an overnight stay, for just such as occasion as this.As I entered the bathroom, Jas stood demurely, almost submissively with her back to the wash basin. She was still wearing. "St. Francis Wood. You remember. Just over the hill. You could drop by for a visit now and then."Laura smiled, genuinely touched to realize how far they had come. At one time they would have been throwing the burritos at one another instead of coyly alluding to a possible night of heavenly fucking."I'll be sure to call first," she teased."I'm not kidding." I know you're not. I will... drop by."Rhonda then asked her a question without looking her in the eye, a very strange occurrence, which had. If the eight of us had tried to travel in that, it would be far too cramped to enjoy.We thanked them for their hard work in getting this prepared so soon. I saw they had loaded cooking supplies and tents under the plank-like seats. The seats were held up with wooden legs and braced with chains. It was a great space saver and maintained enough of the limited space for seating. On either side of the front of the wagon was the feed for the horses. Mixed with grass and the occasional vegetable from. ..invitations... for lack of a better word.Some people were ogling Ann's jumping melons like they were some tasty fruits or something. And one older creep actually tried to feel her up, tried to touch Ann's itchy assets with his sweaty hands. But when Sue stared straight into his eyes and raised her eyebrow in disgust, he hustled away.Once they arrived at the workshop, both took stock and put all the supplies they could find on the table. Ann couldn't wait to get started again, and rummaged.