You don't marry her; you just keep her with you to give yousomething to do when you're holed up for a while. Winter is pretty tougharound here, and on...e the passes are sealed we'll not be leaving untilspring. Having a soft, pretty woman around sure makes those long days andnights pass by a little more interestingly," he finished, reaching tostroke Claude's cheek. His voice barely audible, Claude asked, "Is that what Feyela is?" Yep, I bought her off of a Comanche over towards Kansas. He'd. Waking up next to Linda after sex was a completely new and exciting experience.She was faced the other direction, her red locks flowing wildly in a river of bed head flowing towards my face. Her bare shoulders were visible where the covers stopped covering her. I felt a surge in my cock and shifted, feeling the softness of the high thread count sheets caress the head of it pleasurably. I raised up off the pillow slightly to spy one pink nipple, exposed just above the sheet line atop the small. Jenny's body was still twitching as the last those of her orgasm played out and her chest was heaving as she gasped for air. She was exhausted but they were not finished with her yet.Bev came up close and attached shiny clips to her pussy lips with light chains linking them together. The chains were tied around Jenny's upper thighs pulling her pussy lips fully apart exposing her juicy pink vagina again. Her clitoris stood out plainly as her dripping wet inner sex was again exposed.Jenny was. Such was the case in Maggie and Len’s lives, two people who grew up mere towns from one another. One hundred and fifty miles of beaches an hour away from anywhere in the state puts every Jersey girl ‘down the shore’ eventually. Some hate it. But far and away there aren’t many Jersey girls who don’t have special memories of summers on the New Jersey coastline and Maggie, a north Jersey girl, found herself going ‘down the shore’ every time she had the chance even if only for a day. What had begun.