Terence was the first one to move his hand farther up between my thighs, just inches from my steaming hot pussy. I sensed that he wanted to push his f...ngers under my shorts and finger-fuck me and was impressed with his self control to resist the temptation. Little did he know that if he had pushed farther, I would have been very receptive to him.We all fell asleep again, while the men still had my nipples in their mouths. We woke again at 6:30 am when I fed them again before we started our work. Gabe crawled in bed after I had already fallen asleep, and I only vaguely noticed that he was back.The next morning I said my goodbyes and hugged and kissed my children. I turned to Gabe who still scowled at me, but didn't flinch when I kissed him. He was a bit hesitant at first, but then kissed me back. "I love you Maren, and I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you." Nothing will happen to me, I'll be fine. Just be careful in Nederland yourself."Gabe smiled wryly, "Okay then, I. " Yeah let's see if your buddy with the fibbies can point us in the right direction. In the meantime we can play the front cover story for a while and see what develops," Martin suggested."My thinking too. So now lets go meet with Mike and figure out his part in the cover story." I liked the plan better as it developed. There was lots of wiggle room. I still had my papers thanks to the Russian's insistence that I file for a church of the missionary position ordainment. It came from one of those. I did hope that meant that the orlan was mortally wounded, but I sincerely doubted that. That did bring up the interesting thought of how many wolves would it take to kill the orlan?I did begin to think that the orlan might be badly hurt because we did spot occasional spots of orange blood on the snow. Well, at least I hoped so. The important point was that these blood spots were at least 24 hours old. Tracker was still leading our party, and I warned him that the orlan might be injured enough.