As I increased the pressure of her clitoral stimulation, her sounds and movements grew. I held her there on the pleasurable edge of climax for as lon... as she allowed me.Finally, she could take no more and begged, "Press hard now... please!"I smashed my middle finger onto her engorged button, and she exploded. The constant shivering, which had changed to full-on shudders, halted as her body went rigid. Her face broke from mine as a moan quickly turned feral as if she used every vocal cord at. Both girls made it clear that they didn’t mind being close to me. I barely survived the short drive over to Sara’s Restaurant, a kitschy little café with pictures of presidents on the wall and a menu that we could all afford for our brunch.It seemed like most of the time we got together it was over a table spread with food and homework. I guess that was good. I remembered that when V1 had folks over to his house they would all immediately gather in the kitchen. At my house—V3—we all gathered at. “With all that said, Amos,” Ben intoned in a thoughtful manner, drawing the man’s attention to him once again. “Do you want to learn to use a weapon? It would make life easier if you did.”“I know that Marshal, sir,” Amos declared adamantly, “but I can’t do it. If white folks see me with a weapon they’ll come after me, and after Cecily and the boys. It’s just too dangerous.”“But I’ve used a rifle twice now, defending people other than my own,” Cecily protested in reply to Amos’s words, looking. ’ ‘But I can’t go to Bruges! I thought you meant a hotel in Dunkirk!’ ‘I don’t know of any hotels in Dunkirk.’ Annie stared at him in amazement. His accent was gorgeous, soft and deep and his English was perfect. ‘Where are you going to? What about your journey?’ ‘I live in Holland. I was on my way home, but you needed help…’ ‘Look, this is very kind of you, but if you just drop me off in Dunkirk, I’ll find a hotel and get a taxi back to the port in the morning. I can’t possibly go to Bruges.’.