I was like Twain's Innocent Abroad, a Yankee in a foreign land with no knowledge of the language or customs and a missing guide. To protect my sanity... I think, my brain simply refused to deal with most of the situation. I do recall that during the time we were confined to the car, Linda's dad had some very harsh words about Linda's behavior. By the time we got home, I realized that he thought of his daughter as a tramp, and that he'd disown Linda if not for Linda's mom. Even that situation. But she was too experienced a slave to actually protest.At length I put down the jar and sat on the edge of the bunk. Those tits were coated all over; they were going to feel very good.„Kneel,“ I ordered...“now get to work.“ Playing with her boobs had already brought me virtually to full erection. In a gingerly fashion, Nina slipped my cock between her cleft. Then squeezed. She gasped; her eyes flickered with pain. Then she began to undulate her torso up and down, continuing to gasp. No doubt. ’ ‘Oh doc, you don’t have to worry, Philip’s on board, we talked about it already.’ He hadn’t anticipated that. What kind of conversation would that have been? What kind of man would let his girlfriend do that? ‘Still…’ he said, pondering what words should come next. But before he was ready, before his fluster could calm, she stood and moved closer to him. He saw the color of her knees beneath her skirt and the veins under the skin at the back of her hand. ‘You’re such a sweet man… and I want a. " Remember what I told you," PD repeated. "Aim for their eye. There's very little between the eye and the brain." That's if you can get a shot at their eye," he retorted.She took out her canteen and took a drink of water. Cal did the same."Ready?" he asked as they put their canteens away."Ready! How far from here?" Another hour or so." Lead on, sheriff," she smiled.He grinned back and they started straight up again. Cal looked at his GPS and was glad to see they were going right to the murder.