With all the pleasure she was giving me I thought I would return the favor. Slowly I moved my hands from her back and I made my way to the front of he... jeans to have a little bit of fun of my own. It was so much easier to undo the zipper of her jeans than it was for her bra. Finally the button and zipper were out of the way and I slipped my hand inside and was greeted by her wet, warm, and welcoming pussy.“Mmmff,” she moaned into my mouth as I slid my fingers up and down her wet lips. I pulled. “Fuck off. Not once. Not even a look in.” “You’re getting old. Losing your skills.” “Fuck off. I’m twenty-eight, and I’m younger than you.” “Are you going to get all melon – melly – sad on me?” “Answer my question. Do you think I’m hot?” “Huey …” “No, mate, I’m serious.” He jumped up and stood in front of me, pushing the coffee table – and my pizza – out of reach. “What the fuck, man?” “Seriously. Am I hot?” “I really don’t -” That’s when something a bit weird happened. I’m not sure in what. ’ I finally spit it out. She quit tapping. ‘Nothing you need to worry about… I’m fine. Everything is just peachy.’ Clearly nothing was peachy. ‘Unacceptable answer.’ I raised my brows and assaulted her green eyes with my best pleading look. I’ll admit I am not naturally good at pleading. I realized quickly that it wasn’t working. Fuck. I wasn’t going to back away from this. ‘I want to fucking know why you went home and who the fuck in this fucking prison thinks he has any fucking right fucking. Before we finished for the day, I reminded them all that we were leaving for the village right after breakfast the next morning, and that wagons would be available for those that needed them.Daylight was fading fast by the time we were done. Rapidly drinking the last of my coffee, I asked Giuseppe, Jorge, and Juan to join Tom, our ladies and me in a visit to the campsite to mingle a bit in an effort to make sure everyone was settling in okay while starting to get acquainted.At the camp, we.