When we split by mutual agreement, she left a lot of clothes in the other bedroom, so I knew there would be stuff for Sandy. I carried her in and put ...er into the tub of warm water. Her eyes fluttered open, smiling at me, she leaned back so the water was up to her neck. The tips of her tits were barely out of the water. I some bubble bath to the running water, soon bubbles cover her. I left to take her clothes to the washer for a good cleaning. Coming back, I got Sandy a nice nitie and robe. I bite my lip to keep myself quiet. My back arches and I bury my face in the sheets out of frustration. I look back with my bangs draped between my eyes, back at him. His fingers working my pussy from behind as I’m laying flat on my stomach. I clench the sheets tighter as he slips his fingers ever so slowly in and out of me. "Looks like you almost lost there." He whispers to me as he kisses the back of my neck. "Fuck you." I whisper back at him still resisting my urge to moan. He grins that. Then Janet and I rode to convenience store for breakfast. It was a muffin, not bran, but chocolate, chocolate chip. It was not a bit healthy, which made it delicious. I washed it down with fresh coffee, which was also delicious. Then I picked up a flavored water as I drove away. When we got back to the car, I drove to an industrial area where the three of us hiked two and a half miles.We got back to the car with none of us the worse for wear. I found and isolated a spot to change the cargo. A letter on ‘borrowed’ NHS hospital stationary explained in English and Spanish that my injuries meant I was unable to speak, therefore seeing a noggin specialist in Madrid. Hopefully Freddie would doctor Mikey’s UK passport with my photo for an easier return trip. I was still seeing my parole officer once a week. Tailing ‘Ashtray’ Ange (Freddie’s nickname, not mine, I find there’s no-one more zealous than an ex-smoker) was simple. Mikey collected her himself from the Spanish airport. Nice.