We’re parked on a beach, above the tide line, near Gallegos. We’re in a different truck. Lican stopped in a fishing village, and swapped our truck for an older one. The guy seemed to know Lican, and he definitely knew what kind of deal this had to be. So he not only got the better truck out of the deal, he also got a fair-sized wad of cash, rolled up in one of her scrunchies.

However, he’ll have to keep his new truck out of sight for a few months, so it’s not all pixy-dust and gravy in this world. 

Angelica, meanwhile, bought a new mattress, some sheets and a mosquito net. Just one king-size bed, which seemed a good sign. Up to then she’d taken part in threesomes, in the sense that she’d have sex with me, and while I was in her or stroking or licking her, she’d tolerate Lican being there and kissing her too. But left to herself, she’d be physically affectionate to Lican, hugging and kissing her in a sisterly way. She might give Lican a few innocent and giggly-daring intimacies like kissing her nipples, but she wouldn’t go further.

Having Angelica’s face in among her breasts would reduce Lican to gibbering, desperate lust. She’d appeal to me, since Angelica would pretend not to know what she wanted. So I’d tell Angelica to get her head down and lick Lican’s cunt like we did hers, or I’d spank her till she’d have to drive standing up. That worked, and so did giving her a few slaps while she had her head down. After a few smacks, more affectionate than hard, but with a definite warning edge to them, she’d start to lick just a little less primly.

Can you lick a cunt primly? You’d think not, but Angelica managed it. It was as if each one of her movements was a scientific experiment, something never done before, that had to be done carefully, with her observing the results.

It’d be a good approach for teasing, but by the time Angelica got her bottom up and her head down, Lican was past being teased. She just wanted to grind her cunt into Angelica’s face until she came. 

Mostly I’d just stroke the two of them, sweaty, exhausted and fond. Literally shagged out. But if I had anything left, I’d grind, similarly, into Angelica’s ass while she did Lican. Lican said that Angelica got more enthusiastically lesbian when she had my cock in her. I knew what she meant. Anyway, it’s good that life and sex are complicated.  

So Angelica buying a good bed for all three of us was a good sign. I set up the mosquiuto netting. Lican knew the beachside place to park, with the back of the truck open and facing out to sea. 

We’re going to have to move out in the morning. Lican has people to report to and deadlines. I’m just a passenger now.