I felt Michael lapping up as much of my warm pussy juices as he could. I heard him saying ‘Mmmm’ as he slid his tongue deep into my hole. I wanted...to make him cum as much as I had. I turned around to face him again and kissing him I could taste my own sticky cum on his lips. “I want to fuck you Katie. I want to fuck your tight little pussy now,” he whispered to me. Oh god, how I had longed to hear those words. I reached down and wasted no time in shoving his full seven inches into my now wetter. Don't you agree, Captain Foster?" he said, turning to the well-dressed man beside him who wore high boots and a fancy wig."See here," the bulky, older man said in a loud voice, "I'm a captain in the Georgetown militia, and I certainly don't recognize you. What's your name?"I told him my name and said again that I was working for the constable. He and the young officer mumbled at each other, and then the man in the green coat turned and waved to the riders behind him."Make way," he said. "We are. Present – Maria, Linus, a baby and Jens – In the control roomLinus and I have been busy ... No, that's not the correct word, we've been occupied. Yeah, Linus knocked me up, we got married and had a beautiful baby girl. Jennifer sees us, jumps up and says, "I've wondered like heck where you've been. Now that I see the baby, I know! Thanks a fricken lot for not telling me."I apologize, "Sorry Jens, Linus and I sort of lost track of the time. So boss, do we still have a job?"Jens runs over, hugs. En route her escort had sent a text message, likely as not to make sure the van was clear if he had someone with him at the festival. Once inside it was a bit of a rush. Roz had gone from music fan to free sexual spirit under the feel of this hunks touch, and somehow on the walk to the van, on to horny, want to be fucked NOW, woman of desire. If there was someone else using the camper this weekend they could come back right now and join in as far as Roz was concerned. In fact, it would be.