Max grabbed the last bag, throwing it over his shoulder as he took a bite of the sandwich Jazz had made for him before heading outside. Jazz was about... to come back in to get the last of the equipment as Max came outside, he put his bag in the jeep with the rest of his gear. He took another bite of the sand which as Jazz open her mouth to protest that he should be eating instead. Max grinned playfully, "I know you too well babygirl." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jazz said rolling her eyes as she gave. No confirmations yet, so it might just be a hoax. He's scheduled to meet up with us in the air somewhere over Leyte." Name?" None given."Bren took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with one hand. "It will have to do. Any problems come up with loading that I haven't already heard about?"Miller clucked her tongue as she thought, "I told you about the mixup with the filters. That's the biggest one. Other than that, we're green up to actual crew." Not our problem." Bren stood up and Miller. Whatever they call it. We can go there later in the week, sign and give them a cheque." Deal!" Do you really want to go for a drive?" Rachel asked at breakfast."Yes. Seeing Allison reminded me. We can get to the Blue Hills National Park easily. I've never seen the Red Hands. We'll just head for Penrith and then get a pamphlet or a map. I just read about the local history."[Prior to the arrival of the Europeans, the Penrith area was home to the Mulgoa tribe of the Darug people. They lived in. I picked up the pace. After two beats, we were synchronized again. Her hands knotted in the sheets and she began to whimper constantly. Her legs knotted together behind my head. I sped up again, dragging my tongue from the ridge beneath her clit right over top of it rapidly. ‘Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh AHHhhhhhh!’ she screamed as she came. Her legs clamped down on my head, and her back arched. I lowered the beat, pressing my tongue flat against her clit and rolling it in slow circles as my finger pumped in.