‘Oh,’ the woman cooed in wonder, ‘but you’re so beautiful. You look like such a sweet girl.’ The tears spilled over softly lined cheeks from...startling blue eyes.Abigail was pulled into a warm embrace before the woman pulled back to look deeply into her eyes. ‘Gabriel gave you his phone, yes?’ ‘Um…’ she nodded, unsure what to say. The woman smiled and wiped her tears with a nod. Abigail noticed another man in the vehicle. It was the dark-haired, slim guitarist. He reached a hand back to her, his. I flinched a bit as I felt his cold lube coated finger touch my pouting sphincter. He paused a second for me to relax and then I felt his finger smear the silky smooth lube all around my puckered hole. The slow circular teasing relaxed me as I felt his fingertip zero in on the entrance to my ass. Pushing his finger gently but steadily, I felt his finger slowly spread the tight ring of my ass and then pop inside me.“Mmmmmm, yesss. That feels good now,” I almost purred as he smeared the gooey. Dotty and Betsy accused me ofcheating, so they did the same. Pretty soon we were allnaked, enjoying the nakedness since it was so hot. Wesettled on the couch and watched some TV. It was a warof wills, to see who would be the first to admit theyhad to go. Leave it to Dotty to challenge us to a chug-a-lug. Our glasses filled with cranberry juice, Dottycounted to three and we drank. Surprisingly, Betsypoured the juice down her throat and won. The addedweight on my bladder was excruciating. My head. I will send someone for you when we begin serving dinner."I nodded and moved to the back of the truck. The men had repacked the crates. One of the crates the right size to hold whatever the Swamp had been looking for had not contained it but had contained laptop computers of an unknown brand. There were probably a hundred of them. The three other crates held boxes of Chinese dinnerware. One of the cases held cutlery. Mostly there were things That would make me a small profit. Then I came to a.