Margaret was out of breath by the time the Bon Temps bistro was in the distance. The two men had not emerged. Maybe, they were safe after all. She loo...ked pleadingly at Margaret. Margaret just sat on the suitcase staring vacantly. Marja was watching the two Americans.Amy hugged Margaret. “Snap out of it. We need you. Think! What the fuck are we going to do? What do we even care what Alexander is up to if we can just get away,” Amy declared.“Amy, we can’t.” Margaret replied.“Can’t what?” Amy. So, we formed an odd shape if you looked at us, but I was sure all three of us were feeling pretty damn good. I even sucked Scarlet's lips into my mouth and sucked all the white chocolate juice out of it. She vibrated so much, it became challenging to keep fucking her, but I was up for the challenge."Oh, yes, is Penelope making you feel good, Scarlet? I hear you moaning, and the pressure on my nipple is getting stronger too. Are you getting yourself ready to scream?" Yes, chicky, and you better. After the final spasms stopped, she stood up and whispered WOW as she leaned in to kiss me. Not one to shy away from her soft pouty lips, I responded to her with a raging tongue battle! She broke off the kiss and told me to go get the stuff, we had a fridge to clean. Disheartened, I stuffed my cock back in my boxers, pulled up my pants and did as I was told. After all, that is what a guy in the Air Force is supposed to do, what ever he is told by his superiors!The cleaning took longer than. Apart from the one mishap with the ewe that was still concussed and kept calling Rambo luv or dear with a wistful look in her eye, the day went accident free. No thanks to Gary!Dinner was a desultory affair; Gary sat mooning at the food on his plate. Sometimes he actually picked up a fork, but then he would push the potatoes around and shift a few of his sprouts before dropping the fork forlornly back onto the stained table cloth. Rambo, ever the optimist, thought he might have a chance of.