Ze waren best hete brokken. Ondertussen voelde hij dat er handen aan zijn broek aan het friemelen waren. Hij voelde zijn penis zwellen. Shit, Shit Shi... ! Seffens voelde die teef opnieuw en was het hek van de dam. Hij besefte maar al te goed dat een stijve pik hem zou veroordelen tot heelwat meer dan wat friemelen. Zijn erotische gevoelens kon hij niet meer de baas, ook al wilde hij geen seks met deze teven. Toen de leidster nog eens met volle hand in zijn geslacht greep slaakte zeeen. I had only just placed the tip of my tongue over Angie’s still closed lips when we were once more interrupted by Chris yelling, "Breakfast! If only I could find the fucking coffee machine..." I sighed and we both went downstairs, naked bums and my semi-erection on open display, to help him make coffee without an automatic coffee machine. We ate breakfast outside, relishing in the morning sun that felt nice and warm on our still mostly naked bodies. It was Angie who discovered the small pond. "If you want it back so bad, I'll get it for you."Mike stood at the front porch and watched Sarah disappear inside. Sarah's mother gave her a worried look. Leaning over the railing, she plucked a rose from her garden. Mike wondered if there was any furniture upstairs as he remembered how empty the downstairs was. Every curtain was pulled down to keep sunlight out.Mike crinkled his eyes and smiled as Sarah walked his bike outside and carried it down the porch steps. "Thanks." Mike said, climbing. As it turns out, it was just as well, as that was to be my last day.The helicopter returned early the next morning, and Zac had a look on his face that matched the dark skies. He found me in my gazebo, eating breakfast while looking out over the Atlantic.“You’re familiar with the saying ‘don’t shoot the messenger’?”I sighed. “You reported-in to London.”“Yes. I didn’t see much harm given your security was sending daily reports anyway.”Of course they were. “Let’s hear it then.”I kept my gaze on.