She fixed herself some coffee from the pot and was sitting down next to me.“Just bills and payments.”Erika sorted through some of the papers I had...in front of me, reading some of the amounts of the bills, and looking at the monthly budget I was planning. Her eyes widened when she alighted upon an amount I had written down for the car. “Is that how much money it costs to keep that car running?” she asked, her voice growing louder with shock.“Yes, it is,” I said, hating that I sounded defensive. But next to Marta he knows you best so he tells me stories about you. Did you really slay the last of the Andes dragons to save a child?”“He should not have said that, PETA wants to put a contract out on me for it. Has he told you of the indian ways? How women and men...”“You know, I wondered about the ‘sex with everybody’ thing. First off, it is hard to picture you as an indian. Not that I have any idea what you look like, but ... you just don’t sound like they do. Secondly, I was sure that he. She inhaled, the aroma triggering a memory of a time spent with another man. Molly blinked back a tear.Molly stepped from the shadows, a vision in black. Her pale green eyes scrutinized the watchman's movements. In the last half hour of her surveillance she had yet to see him move from his one spot. He continued to smoke his pipe, leaning against a recessed alcove near the main mast. He was lazy, she concluded, and wouldn't be too difficult to subdue.She strode, confident and brisk, to the edge. It was soaked with Holly's pussy juices. Holly stood up and looked at me. It was the first time that she made any indication that I was even in the room since everything started. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."Holly said to me as she noticed my little dick pitching a tent inside my pants. It was as if she felt bad for me. Tyrone held his wet, limp cock in his hand. "Do you think I could use your shower?" Tyrone asked Holly. "Sure thing, I'll tell you what, I'll take one with you."Holly led.