, Mary? What's wrong?"Mary looked up and shrugged her shoulders."I don't know," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant."I know you're upset about som...thing. Come on, Mar. What's up?"Mary looked down again and crossed her arms."I just don't understand you," Mary said after a pause. "I thought I knew you, Nancy." What are you talking about, Mary? You do know me. Please, just tell me what's making you angry."Mary looked up at her friend and rolled her eyes."How can you ask what I'm angry about?. He’s useful to me right now and I don’t want to lose him. Maybe someday, after I’m through with him, you and I can go public. I think you’re really sweet and I think I’d like people to know we’re together. Can you wait awhile?” “Yeah, sure.”“You don’t mind that I’m intimate with my boyfriend, do you?” she asked. “No.” Then I chuckled just a bit as I thought of how I had enjoyed all those times I had watched her and her boyfriend kissing. “What are you laughing about?” She asked. I figured I. But, I wonder, Captain, can youadvise us how we could do so?"He thought for a minute. "Ladies, we would be glad to escort youto our main camp. Then we can enquire if there are anytransports that can carry you back to France. Do you know wherewould you like to go?"This was going better than I could have hoped."Ah. I do not know. But my mother came from Bordeaux. It may bethat we can find some relatives there." But, Mademoiselle, it is mademoiselle? Can I enquire as to yournames? I am Pierre. I swallow as quickly as I can, but feel some leak through my lips and onto him. Patrick pulls my head up and away from his now overly sensitive cock. I smile up at him, and before I can use my arm to wipe my chin dry, he pulls me forward into a passionate and hard kiss. I know he can taste himself on my lips, and love that it doesn’t deter him. I find it incredibly sexy, as he does when I taste myself on his lips. We both like our sex dirty and raw; to have our senses filled and overflowing.