Silently, feign wonders what might be a Russian word for anthropologist...  "Ah, traveling is a fine hobby, I guess...  Well, if you're finished I guess-" He looks out of the door in the direction of Tamara and Jaku, though he can't see them from here, something makes him go silent and blush.<br/><br/>"Err, maybe we should give the others some time alone.  I sense that they're...  umm...  Busy."  He looks around the room for something to do to get his mind off of the feeling of arousal he just got from his mental connection with Jaku.  "Umm, let's figure out what's in these crates."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Delilah lets out a moan as Jaku's tongue is pulled away from her groin.  The sucking and licking of the other throat all around her is stronger and more intense than before.  She feels the tongue wrapping and caressing all over her wet body, enticing a gasp or moan every time it strokes between her legs.  With more gasps, she mumbles and moans against the throat wall, begging for a tongue to go into her ready pussy.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The private glances over his shoulder only once or twice as he runs in a panic away from the others.  He isn't sure if his comrade is behind him or if he ran in a different direction and the steady rustling behind him is the pursuit of some man-eating predator.  In his panic, he tries to get the knife out of his pocket and run through the obstacles of the forest at the same time.<br/><br/>Just as he gets the knife out and open, he runs face-first into a painfully heavy branch.  The force is enough to knock him onto his back and send the knife flying out in front of him.<br/><br/>He is left sprawled and holding onto his battered face,  "Shid! Mah fuggig dose!"