’ I looked fondly at her. We shared some wonderful memories. ‘Don’t worry. I may not be the fanciest, richest, or even the best lawyer in town, ...ut I can get things started for you and see that you have good representation if you need it.’ Sandy was obviously relieved. She stood to leave. ‘Don’t let that go to waste, Bette,’ she said, pointing at the growing tumescence between my thighs. I had been looking at Sandy’s slender legs too long. She left, and Bette came to sit on my lap. She took my. I went right and found a nice spot. There was nobody to see, but something made me curious. "Was there really nothing? Is this that horny place?"I parked my bike and got some sunlotion out my bag. Off went my shirt and I sprayed myself with the lotion. A man walked by. He made some smalltalk, but nothing pointed out that this area was a meetingpoint for hot men.I picked up my shirt and walked to the left this time. I saw more men walking around, but no action. "Just a few old guys walking. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Catherine cries. I’m clearly doing something right, so when I feel her hand on my forehead, pushing me away, I know it’s not because this is disagreeable to her.I stare at her pussy, and at the juices that have leaked out. Catherine pushes three fingers inside herself. I try to see exactly what she’s doing, but I’m still in a daze. All I know is that Catherine is moaning loudly and that when she brings her fingers out, there’s a little squirt, and then another. She looks at my. Hopefully between Burton, Kim’s force, and my force, Winslow’s house of cards would come tumbling down without too many casualties on our side.We’d moved from the ambush place to a small forested hill to the northeast of the small fishing village that stood at the foot of Winslow’s base. We’d used the two Cougars, the two Humvee gun trucks, and the stake truck to move all our gear and some of the food from the other fishing village to help keep us supplied. We’d even used the ATVs to move some.