. but now?Strangely, I still felt my love for her was strong ... perhaps, bizarrely, stronger than before. I know, it makes no sense, but ... she was ...he One. I told you that earlier and I meant it. She really was... so she liked to fuck around ... maybe I wasn't adequate as a lover ... but I wouldn't give her up. I loved her and she loved me, right? Not sexually, perhaps ... but as a person, as a ... something.The men were really hammering her now, her body flailing about like a ragdoll as. Despite its obvious poverty, it was very well organised, and Tracey was impressed by how much trust all these naked women displayed. None of them seemed to fear theft of any kind. Food and other possessions were laid out so easy to steal, and no one took advantage of it. Back home, Tracey would have conformed to the law of taking what she could, but despite her avarice, even she couldn't see herself claiming as her own the many things left lying around carelessly around and inside the tents and. .. Jason ... No...”When I looked up at her face I saw that she had her eyes tightly closed, her mouth open as her chest rose and fell within my arms. In my hands I felt the nipples rise, poking me through the fabric of her undergarment.The lips were moving but nothing came out for several seconds, and when it did, it was but a whisper, “ ... please Jason stop... !”But there was no resistance within her as my hands spread her knees apart. My paws groped the soft nylon covered flesh of her inside. Jeanne and I traded glances and got into ours. And then we waited for Andy to leave. And waited. And waited.Finally, after five minutes, I left the car idling and walked over to Andy's car. He had turned the radio up and closed the windows. He and his buddies, Jesse Trasker and Brian Hughes, who were sitting in the back seat, were just laughing at me as I tried to ask him to move. Jill was sitting in the front seat, and while she didn't join them in laughing, it didn't look like she was doing.