I guess I was getting so wet after all.She was surprised to see me waiting for her outside the washroom.Beena: You didn’t leave?Me: You left your bo...oks and pouch back in the classroom.Beena: Da, How long have you been waiting for me?Me: I just came here now. I had to rush to the bathroom.I lied. She looked more sexy with her hair down.Beena: Rush to the bathroom eh? Haha.I passed a shy smile.The milf wiped her fingers with her fancy kerchief. The sticky slimy pussy juice was being wiped off.. And we captured their Ensign. He's over there," Anselmo pointed in my direction.Two of the horsemen swung down and handed their reins to a nearby brigand.Libereco. The most notorious brigand of the southern Sierras of the Montoj de Pino. The one I'd dreamed of capturing. Yet the one whose captive I now was.The two new brigands walked over to me. I tried to struggle upright.The first, and I assumed Libereco was a pure Angolan. He was tall but not extremely tall, standing about one metre eighty. Mary attached the clips to keep them in place.Marty found himself back on the shovel filling the wheelbarrow with the new compost. Then he was digging it back out again to place it around the fruit trees that Mary wanted it to put under.Mary had to laugh at his millions of questions as they worked. It wasn’t hard to tell that he had never worked on a farm. He didn’t seem a stranger to a shovel, however, and she guessed that he actively worked as a geologist. The honed muscles also suggested. I was determined not to look again, cursing myself for being so rude as to stare. However, human curiosity got the better of me and, when I was sure he wasn't looking, I allowed my eyes to wander in his direction. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw his attention had been diverted back to his newspaper. I continued to watch him, jumping and shifting my gaze whenever he so much as blinked in case he caught me, and I was somewhat fascinated by him. I couldn't explain it for the life of me, but.