“Sorry, long day. I was never good with making decisions.” She laughed nervously at the scene she was making in front of a stranger.“I guess som... things never change, huh?” I asked, my grin not waning.She gave me a confused expression, then her eyes went to my nametag. Her eyes flew back to my face as her own face lit up. “Oh my God! Aaron?!”“Hey Molly, how’s it going?” I replied warmly, my grin only getting bigger.“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” she practically squealed. “How are you? It’s. To be able to see your flexed fingers tease the clit that proudly pushes out between the exquisite folds of sodden skin, to see those fingers slowly disappear in to your throbbing cunt, to watch the sensual peaks of pleasure appear on your beautifully blushed face as you fuck yourself, to be privy to this ultimately personal moment, would be nothing short of an honour. To be beckoned over with those fingers, still curled and wrinkled from your drenched pussy, and instructed to kneel between. Yes the reprehensible brute had invited others to help humiliate me! And Mira had timely terminated all of them. She rushed over and queried, "Irinka are you... ?"I interrupted, "Mirinka, only my pride is wounded."The street urchin ran in and warned, "Many men with guns are coming."That applied flaming matter to my sister's derriere! She quickly released my bonds, handed me her extra (but inferior) weapon then commanded the street urchin, "Safia, locomotivate adjacent to our position and. I ran my gaze up and down her body. I'm not sure exactly what my eyes showed right then but Laura went very still and shrunk down just the tiniest bit."Thanks, honey. You look good too. Seems like you've got a better body every time I see you." I don't think I've ever called her honey or dear or anything like that before.Laura was looking very conflicted. I don't think Ron had heard my comment. He was gathering Emma up and carried her off to the bathroom with Ben following.When I was sure Ron.