I was having fun and Marcus was having fun also. Around two in the morning, I felt a hand on my bare leg. Marcus was feeling my leg up. I let him. I h...d a tingly feeling in my pussy that I needed to quell. Marcus looked me in the eyes as his hand went further up, almost to my pussy. I felt wanton as I spread my legs slightly and his finger teased my clit. We were still staring at each other when his finger slipped inside my pussy. I was so wet he had no problem pushing it deeper. I slid my ass. The briefings are fucking awful – there’s a guy strutting around like a general scratching his head because daylight won’t hurry up. I’m picking it’s some sort of raid on ranchers who haven’t paid their taxes or perhaps they’re after rustlers. I’ll guess someone will know something by lunchtime. I’ll call when I have something to report. There seems to be plenty of food and drink. Keep that pussy warm for my darling. Bye.’ ‘Is that Gabriel’s pussy or do you actually have a cat?’ Troy asked. She could talk to her family, but she confided in me to reassure herself of her sexuality. We talked a lot and sometimes our conversations really got erotic and sexual. I found out a lot of her sexual preferences and turn-on’s. I told her I fantasized about her in red lingerie and told her I'd buy her some if she'd model them for me. We just laughed and I just thought I was helping her through her separation by making her feel attractive.I'm into cars a lot and have a garage where I do some. Not until this town had been resurrected from the walking dead.It was exactly the way I'd pictured it, which is exactly the way the movie had shown it. How could that be, I wondered? Unless, somehow, the reality of one place can leak into the imagination of another? If true, that would explain A Lot!In fact, there was only one obvious difference. In the middle of the block on the main street was a brand spanking new town museum. And in the middle of its front window were three recently polished.