Drizzling that sticky sweet substance over the tops of them brought back the images of Marsha’s face, dripping in my cum. The way she licked it from...her lips. Stared back at me from beneath a layer of the stuff. I grew hard again thinking about it, and was so absorbed I didn’t realise I was no longer alone. ‘Good morning to you, too!’ woke me from the daydream. The next few moments consisted of me finding I was nearly fully erect, my face burning hot with blood, and an attempt to hide the now. A few people applaud her service as she pours wine into the cups, and I go to ask her for a drink. Immediately she hands me a large glass of wine and we take an extended moment to drink, keeping our eyes locked. She’s wearing a robe that isn’t tied up. Her thick brown hair is wet. She urges me to stop being a prude and take my clothes off like everyone else. I’ve nearly forgotten what I was doing before I stepped foot on this island. The intensity of the vision is taking over me, and from the. She came over and I made us dinner, after which we relaxed on the couch, idly watching TV."So, what do you think of Morgan?" she asked lazily."Very intriguing. If you weren't around, I might be interested." You are interested, aren't you?" A little. You'd rather have me tell the truth, right?" Thank you." A quick kiss."You know her better than I do. Is she interested?" Hearing no response, I plunged on. "Emily thought so, and I think she's right." I... I'm not sure." You should ask her. As soon. The women brought us food at our posts, but there was no more shooting. After an hour of quiet, we decided that the attackers had left, but the next question was whether or not the city was worth investigating if it was populated by people who had rather shoot than talk.We held a Council of War and decided that the city was not worth investigating. We decided to return to the middle of the Mississippi River and examine that crap that was blocking our passage north. If we could spot an easy way.