She found herself wishing for Sierra’s little device to take a picture of him, relaxed in sleep and so beautiful. She was watching at him, lost in ...hought, and was startled when he opened one grey eye and favoured her with that little, lopsided smile she’d never seen him give anyone else.“Staring is rude, you know.”She grinned and fought to suppress her blush. “I wasn’t staring.”“Oh?”“I was admiring. There is a difference.” She sniffed primly and was rewarded with the low chuckle that made. The man carried little. Not only were his belonging spartan his pouch and wallet were almost empty. There was a box of letters but the moon was not bright enough to read. I didn’t much like having a fire in a strange place so I decided to wait until morning to read the letters. The Indian and I split his cash. My share was less then two dollars. The money was hardly worth digging his grave. The man had hardly carried enough food for a week. The distance between where he left and where he was. I smile as we both say “Hello” then Mark moves away from me a little and turns the camera so he can get my full body in the frame and says to hubby “Doesn’t your wife look sexy?” Hubby says “Wow she does and guess you both are going to bed?” “We are soon” Mark replies then hubby stupidly asks “Are you both sleeping in the same bed tonight?” “Of course we are, this one” and he moves the camera showing him the bed, going on to say “I’ll be fucking your wife in this bed as well as sleeping you. " Gee, Anne," Lan protested. "You founded the club, you get to make the rules!" Well, I feel more comfortable if we came to some sort of mutual agreement."Angela, a trim Black woman with long legs and prominent tits, chimed in. "Actually, we don't have to decide right now. It doesn't really make any difference in tonight's game. I'll explain why in a moment, but here's the rundown on the game."You'll have to forgive us girls for taking longer in the shower than usual. As you see, we've all gone.