Alesha shook, more nervous than last time. She moved me around, looking for the right spot, and pulled me into her, just past the outer lips of her cu...nt. I moved my hips up, and found it difficult to go any deeper. She put her hand back and tried to assist, pulling my dick up into her cunt, but even she had trouble."Maybe we need to get you lubricated," I suggested.I slid down, my face between her thighs, my body hanging off the end of the bed. My tongue probed her reluctant opening. The vigor. Demeaning." You mean to Tom?" Fuck Tom. Fuck Patricia, for that matter. Yes, I imagine it's embarrassing for him to wear high heels and carry a purse. But no, I meant it's demeaning to me. Having him, or her, as my husband, that's demeaning to me." I don't think any less of you, Jan." You don't? Really?" No, Jan, not at all." I don't believe you, Sandy," Jan said, emphasizing each word. She took a sip of her latte before continuing, "You're my best friend, Sandy, my best friend. But I cannot. . where are they then?”“They Were in Tokashiki Harbor having the engines replaced,” John Jakob Smith said.“What the hell? Those Cummins diesels were only six years old,” I said. “Wait. Tokashiki?”“Okinawa.”“What were they doing in Okinawa?”“According to the Harbor Master in Naha, heading to Taiwan.”“What about Tokashiki?”“Tokashiki is an island off Okinawa. It happened to be in the way when the engine broke ... just lucky I guess,” Smith said. “They’d have been in real trouble in 40 m0re. Brock blushed slightly. He was certain Chastity had been around when he and Al discussed buying prime air time on local stations but she looked as confused as everyone else."Well, we, uh, we sort of talked it over while you were out, I guess," he stammered. "Some of us were going to contact the local TV stations and buy a half-hour block so this could run either tonight or tomorrow." Jesus, Brock, that would have cost a mint," Meredith said.Brock shrugged."It was Al's idea," he pointed out. "We.