She walked over to him and placed her hands on his chest. Running her hands all over the thick muscle, she looked up and smiled at him. He grabbed her...ass and pulled her near, his large hands holding each cheek, spreading her slightly. The force of his grip driving her now swollen mound against the huge bulge in his pants, the friction forcing the lips of her aching pussy apart, rubbing against her burning clit. She kissed him and he hungrily replied. He put his hand under her shirt and felt. Neither Annie nor Joanne had any idea what had happened to their shelter and they were not to learn of this for some time. Without the means of lighting a fire or anything much in the way of fuel, they were both feeling very cold, and had spent most of the time clasping each other for warmth and praying for better weather.By the time things had calmed down, both of them were tired and hungry, regretfully deciding that they might as well get back to their cave, their supplies and the tender. The prophet had been very clear to Mr. Wulf that we couldn't use our assets for the journey, but I was pretty sure that this wouldn't be a problem. And anyway, I had a moral obligation to protect the woman I'd been "joyriding" for the past few months, and ensure that her new baby was provided for. It was the least I could do.Argyle and I dropped them both off in the penthouse bedroom, and I took a couple of moments at my laptop. I sent my standard "check-out" instructions to hotel management,. . but it sure has made buzz and scandal and dirt news everywhere, even on social media, where it even got conferred about on some well-liked and sought-after radio show with hundreds and hundreds more thousands of listeners and freaks.The man I am talking about here is Stian Elberd. I am not an aficionada or fan club subscriber of him, though my best friend and china, Brogan Dunn, is—and she would do in and blow away someone's life just to have Stian lust and itch after her, she blurted it all.