Mary begs for you to take her from behind but Lindsay jumps in

Mary's breaths are deep and ragged, shuddering as you squeeze and roll her nipples between thumb and fingers. Her ears, neck, and chest are flushed pink. Your guest Lindsay grins at both of you from across the little galley table in the RV. She brushes back her long curly hair with frosted highlights and licks her lips. Like Mary, she's wearing a lightweight top open in front, and no bottoms.

"Oh, honeybear, please!" Mary begs.

"Please what? Please stop?" you tease.

"Let me up, and take me!" your wife cries.

You step back from the little table to let Mary out. She slides out and turns to face the end of the table. Lindsay slides out as well, licking her lips at you, your sure. You raise your eyebrows, looking a question at Lindsay, but as you hesitate, Mary bends over the table, puts her hands together in prayer, and says. "For what we are about to receive, may we be tr...oh!"

Because Lindsay slid right in behind Mary and planted her face between Mary's cheeks, tongue-first and aimed low. You can't object to Lindsay's taste, after all, Mary's lady pie is one of your favorite foods. But you are wondering where you fit in, again, since Lindsay has jumped in just like yesterday afternoon in the rose garden. Or maybe more like the day before yesterday by now. Here you are again, a fool with your dick in your hand, but you can't complain. Since then you've had a go at Lindsay, a wild encounter with Ms. Master Patrolman Dana Polk gobbling your cock till she fainted, and an up-against the wall with Mary. If you're a fool, surely you're in a fool's paradise.

You see if you can get Lindsay's or Mary's attention, but they're all wrapped up with each other and it looks like it's gonna be a while. Mary is moaning and quivering as Lindsay kneels behind her, gripping your wife's broad caboose and laying tongue like there's gonna be no tomorrow.

Which, as to no pussy tomorrow, you have to agree is the case for Lindsay. This is the darkness before the dawn of Lindsay's day off, and she's gonna be heading home while you and Mary are moving along to deliver the RV.

You yank on some shorts and shoes and with a lingering backward glance, you leave the ladies making beautiful music together as you tiptoe out of the RV.

You pat your front pocket. Twenty years since you quit, aside from an occasional shared cig with Mandy after one of your do-me dates -- Mary might have stolen you off, married you, and had two daughters with you, but you and Mandy never actually quit seeing each other and fucking -- twenty years now and you're still checking for a cigarette.

You sigh. With Mandy, at least you'd have taken care of the bulge in your shorts before you started thinking about a cigarette. But it's not going down. Especially not with the faint sounds of lady love coming from the fancy RV you're temporarily captain of.

The fire circle at the center of the Terrible Vacation **** Fuck group is burning low, and there are a few candles still flickering in their glass cups. Maybe there's someone up? Or if not, maybe it's time to take a walk, follow where your dick is pointing until you find someone or until it settles down.

Rolls:

• Roll +HARD (+1 with Submissive) to FUCK Mary: 5 + 1 = 6, Miss.
• Roll +COOL (+1) using GET OUT OF TROUBLE to save the scene: 4 + 1 = 5, Miss.
• Roll +COOL (+1) using STALK HER to see if there's anyone up: 10+1 = 11, someone's up, and she's that way minded.

One Page Solo Engine, who does Brian meet?

• Is it Lyla, Librarian Lumberjack Lady? (even odds): 1, 3: No.
• Who is it? Random NPC roll, identity, goal, feature, feature detail: KC, QS, 6, 2H.
• Random NPC result: Adventurer (physical, appearance, existence) seeking Escape (mystical, meaning, capability), unusual age or origin, Small (social, personal, connection).

KC, QS: traveler looking for a change of scene and perspective, getting away from something that didn't work for her, breaking free and doing things she couldn't do.

2H: An acquaintance or member of a group that Brian's part of, maybe a small group. Someone Brian met at the fire circle, or someone he knows from his long-haul trucking job, maybe another trucker, mechanic, or staff, a friend's wife or ex-wife, a young love that didn't quite happen, or a road girlfriend he hasn't seen for a while or never quite connected with.