" That is not my problem, now take your butt out of my chair and get yourcard and if you come back here again you better beg for the rest of yourcostu...e like you mean it. Now go!"I walked to the counter with my hands cupped over the front of my pantiesand my face toward the floor. I was fifth from the counter when I gotthere and several more women crowded up behind me laughing and pointing.As the women in front of me were served they stepped aside and stood towatch me approach. I finally got to. She shut off the barbecue and just started to walk across the beach, not really paying attention to where she was going. She just walked, and walked and walked, feeling more and more alone and betrayed, even though there were people all around her.As she finally started to tire a bit, she took a look around. "Where am I?" she wondered. She had been walking for who knows how long, and for who knows how far, and she had been crying so much. "Why was I crying?" she demanded of herself. She was. I started getting my clothes on when I heard another shot. This one didn't hit anyone, but it scared the crap out of us."Get behind that big log there," I said.Everyone moved in that direction and I could see John checking out Tess' wound. He kissed her then made his way to the bank where I was getting dressed."This one's mine," he said calmly. "The bastard just gave up his life when he shot my wife."I nodded, and handed him my revolver. "I'll throw a few shots his way as you go after him," I. You can’t help it. Neither can I.”“Well, of course, I will enjoy sharing Bjorg with you, too, Mother! What does Frederik know or think of this, though?”“He what? Mmmmm ... Mother, that is so delicious, and to think that I never really found anything about Frederik sexy before, but that ... him and Bjorg together. I bet that they must have been scared for a bit, until you ... my God, you just started pushing your pussy into Bjorg’s face while Frederik buggered him ... that is so delicious! Then.