It was almost like she could sense that, or hear what I was thinking, because her hands slid upwards and cupped my butt, before she started massaging ...it. It was at that point I realized the towel was gone; when did she pull it off? Not only that, but it became apparent my legs were more than slightly spread - she must have spread them while massaging me - and since I was shaved bald down there, I could imagine what kind of view she was having. My cheeks turned a soft shade of red, while I tried. These three winged girls, riding 500 pound bombs astride, had pitchforks and were chasing the WW2 cartoon Jap; short legs, buck teeth, coke bottle thick glasses, and a jungle uniform. He was bleeding from holes in his ass and running like a monkey. His hat was in the air behind his head and both hands were gripping his ass."Where's the check sheet?" asked Grace.Ben smiled a smile of triumph. "Only pilots would know that. It's in the belly hatch. Get it and start."So Grace and David did the walk. His teeth nipped lightly at the one nipple, eliciting a sharp pained hiss from Jen. He continued to nip and suck at the hardening nubbin for a couple of minutes, as she began to feel tremors begin to run throughout her body, coursing down to her vagina. Soon she was moaning in passion, the climax building in her, until, with a huge screech, her body stiffened and then relaxed in ecstatic torpor. Sitting back up, Ted looked at Jen a bit sternly, uttering, ?Now I’ve told you before, Jennifer,. I go in the back yard and attack the weeds there."I'm not an idiot. That was almost word for word what PuckPusher3000 told me in an IM last weekend. I wonder if she's put the clues together yet or not."Ok guys, time to strip."Ms. Q. brought out the boxes.I took off my clothes matter of factly. There was nothing there that impressive anyway. No use being dramatic about it.Krissy on the other hand was another story. She was, is, and probably will always be really sexy. She is in fact, all that.