‘I can cook.’ she offered to no one in particular, when the grinning fit had subsided. Dead Mans Party ended and Orgy’s rendition of Blue Monday...began. ‘Really?’ Maria asked hopefully. ‘I can do omelettes. Pancakes, bacon, french toast… depending on what there is for food here.’ ‘Oh, chica, what are you waiting for? I’ll go get dressed, have a smoke, you do your thing in here. Don’t let these gringos get in your way, eh?’ she smiled, gesturing toward the two men, then headed back down the hall. My attention switches to her other nipple. Continuing to tease it whilst tweaking the other. Cian is squirming on the table edge. My free hand moves between her thighs and forages in her bush looking for her delicious pussy slit. I can smell her arousal - its earthy and I'm sure its tasty (I haven't tasted her to date - thats not allowed!). My finger finds her very wet pussy slit and her slightly engorged pussy lips. I run my finger up and down her slit as I continue to tease her nipples -. " Oh my God! I forgot to tell you! Ted is hurt," she opened the door and saw Ken standing there with his hand raised. "Yikes, don't do that, Ken." Sorry, Tammy, I was just getting ready to knock, when you opened the door. Ted is in the car. The cut is not too bad, almost a scratch. It looks worse than it is. It just bled pretty badly. I got it bandaged up. The Ranger is dead. I guess I kicked him harder than I wanted to." Oh! I am happy Ted's going to be ok. Ken can you get her into the car?. The daylight hours sped by in anticipation of the night. When she found a handful of dainty, yellow daisy-like blooms tucked against the rock canyon wall just down the trail to Jenny's corral she searched the small lean-to at the side of the cabin for anything that might hold water and flowers. An old rusty tin lay discarded in a corner. Her step sprang lightly as she tipped the tin into the goats' drinking pool and carried the flowers into the cabin. Once arranged to her satisfaction, she.