We managed to get something done before the two of us got frisky with each other again. Since the dish Jen decided to cook would take until the time P...ete arrives to cook, as soon as I put the tray into the oven, her hands were on my waist and pulling against her. My sexy and horny best friend didn’t waste any time before her hands were all over me once again. I have to say that long before Jen hauled me against her, I was already creaming my panties just thinking of how much time the two of us. No such luck with the older kids, though. I wasn’t so intimidating to them, so they looked at me curiously and then even those I never knew began to recognise me.“Lookie there! There’s that shit!” a big rugby-player shouted from across the quad and then he and some of his mates started to push roughly through the crowd to reach me.Shit, I hadn’t anticipated problems. Suddenly I thought I was about to be beaten up. And what for? For being successful? For shagging Charlie?I didn’t recognise these. I felt her face as a blind man would, with my fingers trying not to be too intrusive. With my fingers I felt around her right ear, to check for a small mole. My wife has a small mole there, no mole, so this was not my wife. I clasped her face between my hands and moved forward to kiss her, she responded and we started kissing passionately. We kissed for a while then she reached down to undo my zipper. She was struggling to get my cock out, so I lowered my hands to undo my belt and the top. People get killed. We could get killed. We've got to get out of here!"Tracey nodded, and followed Buttercup as she ran ahead through the thick wood. They heard more explosions in the distance. More roaring jets. And a sound which Tracey identified as gun fire, but not gun fire like in the vids, but uncoordinated spasms of it from unidentifiable directions. Sometimes a short spark, sometimes a loud bang, and sometimes a crackle. Between these sounds were moments of peculiar uneasy quiet,.