Thankfully that day I was in jeans so the cum stain wasn't visible. I also thought about where my hand had been and the sweet sounds she made with her...face buried in my shoulder.Those lovely memories were having their own effect on me as Karin woke up. She sort of jumped a little like she just remembered where she was."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sleep on you." No worries, you aren't heavy. Did you have a nice nap?" Then I flushed when I saw where she was looking, and I realized my own thoughts. Mike and Amber were the first to arrive at the airport. The taxi they’d taken dropped them at the door of the general aviation terminal. Ten minutes later, Margo appeared with a roll-on bag in tow, and looking enthused about the trip, but very professional.Margo joined the pair and was surprisingly vocal and enthusiastic, “Wait until you see what I got for us. It’s a beautiful villa with lots of privacy. The staff of the place is preparing it for us now with provisions. They’re expecting us. I leaned forward to kiss her and she responded eagerly. Her lips were soft but firm and after a few seconds, her tongue came out and pushed insistently between my lips and into my mouth. A French kiss! A real French kiss! No doubt that she wanted more!I clasped her tightly and then ran my hands down her back over onto her rear, where I had started just two days before and caressed the curves of her bottom and ran my finger along her ass crack. She straddled as she had previously to let me. She'd gone strange – for the last week she'd sat in a corner pulling her hair out in clumps. Her scalp was all bleeding. She didn't dig her grave when they told her to, she just sat there ignoring them and pulling her hair. The Masters took turns raping her while Ava and Fay had to dig it. If you dig your grave they just shoot you. Megan didn't, so they tied her hands and feet, cut off her breasts, threw her in the hole and buried her alive. When my turn comes I think I'll dig my own grave. If.