And it was. Just like the other barbeque, without the storm to follow, as Craig got tired of hearing people say. I told him that Tony had really enjoy...d the storm, how she had said it was the high spot of the holiday – I didn’t mention her ‘better than sex’ exclamation. He was highly amused that two supposedly experienced sailing crews had called it a day after that and our scratch crew of amateur enthusiasts and Captain Haddock (he called him that too and then realised his mistake and changed. “You must really want Ronnie as your quarterback, don’t ‘cha, Brad!” I chuckled as I gave him a high-five.“At least I know your reflexes are working well, and you’re finally following my instructions!” Coach yelled from between the two mini-fields.“Those reflexes didn’t give him a chance to ignore your instructions, Coach!” Wayne Psotkin yelled.“Good point, Wayne! Either way, Mike kept his head out of harm’s way!” Coach stated. “Five minutes!” he then called out to signal how much time we had. Margery spent an interminable time there, totally unable to judge how long she had been there, or how much longer she would suffer, dressed as she was only in her revealing evening dress, with no underwear, shoes or coat.Three hours, which felt like an eternity to her, later she was taken out of the cell by two guards in ordinary Army uniforms and marched into an office. A short, fat man in plain clothes, who looked more like a bank clerk than a torturer, took charge of Margery's interrogation.. "That... was wonderful Danni!" She lay there for a minute then got up. I stood up too, Sandra gave me a kiss "Mmm, you taste nice." she said and I realised I still had her pussy juice around my mouth.I didn't see much of Sandra for a few days, she spent some evenings with her boyfriend, Pete. He shared a house in town, about a mile away. On Thursday I saw Sandra in the evening and asked if she'd had a good time with Pete. They had gone to a pub on Wednesday evening but before that they had made.