‘‘First off, the big question; how are the California martial law orders working out?’’ Candy asked.‘‘You are referring to operation ‘Su...nshine’. Eighty thousand homeless have been moved to Camp Parks, they have had the opportunity to bathe, been issued new clean clothes, fed and are sleeping in hurricane recovery tents on cots, not on sidewalks. Those deemed to have mental issues or medical issues are being housed separately and medical teams are taking care of their needs.’’‘‘Fifteen thousand. ”When they arrived at the Chateau Debbie, Jill and Paul took a chilled bottle of Champagne upstairs. Jean, Pat, Colette and Nicole were in the lounge. Fifty minutes later, Debbie, Jill and Paul were asleep.Next morning, they all had another session. They showered together then went downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast Colette filled the dishwasher then joined them in the lounge. Paul said, “We are very interested in doing business with you and Nicole. I believe that you are not retailing. She wore white socks up to her knees, a green skirt coming to about half way down her thigh showing her slender legs, a white shirt (the last time she'd ever have to wear it, unless universities decided to bring in uniforms as a nasty surprise), untucked, and a green and yellow tie. As we kissed I moved my hand from her shoulders, down, caressing her back, to massage her firm little butt. She pushed her body more strongly against mine so her breasts squashed against my chest beneath our. " Her reply didn't require words. She laid back on the bed, opening her legs, and spreading them wide.He briefly looked at her spread pussy, kneeled, and stuck his tongue into it. He licked until she had cum twice, then started kissing her tiny red, by now, clitty. She had several more orgasms. He put his hands under her soft butt cheeks and lifted her up, sucking, kissing, and licking from her clit to her anus, even sticking his tongue inside it to rim her. She managed to get her voice back.