A match flared in the gloom, about ten feet away, and Mavis saw Ben Glover's hawkish face reflected in the flickering flame. He exhaled smoke and shoo... out the match. "Come over here, Mrs. Moran--Mavis--baby--and tell me what you know about the robbery."Her guts twinged and she sensed her vaginal passage turning cold and dry. He was a fucking beast! Hesitantly, almost mesmerized, she approached, stopping within a couple of feet of where he lounged on a crate of fresh lettuce.Somehow she. His tongue traced a path down to my nipple and sucked, one hand reaching under my back to hold me close as he moved in and out. I moaned, not just for show, it was a massive turn-on being able to smell myself on him. I wasn’t going to cum again so soon but the sex felt great. I reached across for his free hand, the one that had been in me moments earlier, and moved it towards me. He collapsed a little on to me without the hand to lean on, but at least he was closer to my face as I began. So, I didn’t move as small rivulets of rainwater trickled past me on the hard-packed ground.Then … the rains stopped. Just as suddenly as it had occurred, it was gone and the sun again beat down on the open spaces. Unbelievably, the humidity seemed to somehow spike higher. It had seemed like 100% before, how could it be higher now? But it was, oppressively higher.That was when a second woman came from the hut to the gate. She too held a cup in her hands. She too was naked except she wore a. Moe considered how fast he could grab the Roscoe before Boch could squeeze the trigger. Boch’s grip was firm, confident, not sweaty or rickety while Moe’s head was still as murky as a Louisiana marsh. The odds weren’t in his favor. Better to wait, see the setup in the cottage. So far, no sign of Al and Gus. And where were Mona and Danja? Moe could put off being brave, or stupid, for a little while. He wobbled to his feet like a newborn colt on its first legs. Boch waved the gun toward a.