It was one of our favorite winter afternoon pastimes.We fucked for a very long time. As usual I had several orgasms and Marcie did too. Hers were soft...little moaning sobbing ones, like a little girl half asleep. I just kept laying on top of her after each, slowly working my cock deep inside her. Soon I would be rock hard again and the cycle of ecstasy would continue.The winter sun was sinking low when Marcie finally asked in a little girl voice to be released to go potty. By that time I was. Suddenly, there was a masculine cry of surprise down a garden path. Evie assumed BMW guy must have had an accident. Maybe he had tripped and fallen. She decided to play his savior and hoped that he would be very, very grateful in all the right ways. She hurried down the path in the direction of the voice. Turning the corner around a large hedge, Evie saw BMW guy not far away, taking labored steps as if he were struggling through a thick mud. Evie squealed in delight as she hurried toward him.. Lupe and Donna got up after awhile to give Lupe a tour of the condo and they were gone upstairs for longer than Jim would have thought a tour ought to take. Of course, with the things he and Donna had discussed concerning Lupe, Jim's imagination was working overtime. When they did come back down to the living room, Jim thought that Donna looked a little flushed and Lupe seemed more animated than usual too.Donna unceremoniously plopped herself down on his lap and asked if he'd missed them,. But Saturday morning Vicky and I went to Fort Smith to feed the prisoners and to deliver Balthazar’s letter to his father and to help clean them up.Robert had run it through the translator and Abra had read it to me. I was satisfied that there was nothing damaging in it.“I see you had funerals for your dead yesterday. A true pity you were not among them; not that we did not try,” he said. There was a TV in the medical building that was locked onto ZNN; they were there broadcasting.