“Are you playing with your tits?” I asked. “No, just my nipple” she replied, still smiling and sipping her wine. “Is your nipple hard” ask...d Stu, who was slightly nervous. She undid a button and pulled out her left breast, and yes her nipple was hard. “Mmmm, nice, what about the other one?” asked Stu, looking over at me for reassurance that this was all OK. “I think we need to see them both to compare” I joined in. Sarah undid another two buttons and exposed both breasts … very nice, very. Still holding the leg opening of her panties to one side, he maneuvered carefully so the tip pressed against her lips. When he felt the wet warmth of her pussy, he gasped, hurriedly putting the free hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. He pressed forward and felt her opening not yet yielding to him.She was tight, or he was large, or perhaps both. She was wet enough, though. As he pressed, he felt her opening slip a little, then yield, then welcome the intruder. He slid into her body, biting. “Hutch is forty miles away.”It got even worse as he led her to a rusty old pickup truck, an early sixties Chevy, just like the one her Uncle Zeke had, right down to the same rusty holes above the rear fenders, and behind the cab.“Where is my limo?” she asked tersely.“This is your limo,” he said, that maddening smile back.“You came to get me in a pickup?” Her voice rose higher with every word.“I didn’t know how much luggage you’d have,” he said calmly. “If I’d have known how light you traveled,. Later that morning, we had a small aftershock but it didn't seem to hurt anything. We waited. We could use a log to float across and take some supplies but Felice would have to be conscious for us to go.Late that afternoon, Felice convulsed twice and then exhaled. She had never regained consciousness and, I don't think, ever felt pain from her injury. We buried her close to the Humvee and began to make our plans to leave and reach the mainland. Jennifer had cried ourselves to sleep last night.