I took her over to the chaise and put her on her knees with her shoulders resting on the corner of the arm and the back. I pushed her legs together an... shoved my hard on inside her pussy grabbing her upper arms to get her pulled back as far as possible. She moaned her approval as I fucked her like crazy. She wasn’t the only one who could fuck like an a****l. I put a foot up on the chaise and fucked her even faster as I was getting close to finishing.“where do you want it, in you pussy, on your. ” Read indiansexstories dot net to read more real life sexual encounters. “Mmmmm damn! It’s getting hot in here already,” I reply.“Think about my hands wrapped around you, cupping your breasts.”“And your boobs pressed against my cock!”I replied.“While my hand slides under your panties.”“Wait, I’m not wearing any panties. I sleep naked!” she chuckles as she sends this message.“Mmmm, I can feel how wet you are as my hand rubs your clit.”“Your fingers feel like they’re on fire. Don’t stop. It. She sniffed and said ‘sorry.’ As she was about to go down the hallway she asked if I ‘had anything she could wear to get out of these fuck-me clothes.’ That sounded like the old Jill, but why she was wearing ‘fuck-me’ clothes remained to be seen. ‘Sure’ I said, giving her one of my flannel shirts and a pair of her gray sweats she had forgotten there years before. She laughed when she saw them. When she was gone I stoked the fireplace so that it would be roaring and warm shortly. It took her. The journey back to our depressing shelter was easier than our outward bound mission. We had broken a trail and simply followed the same path.I called for a break at about the midway mark. My legs and back were killing me. Getting old sucked, but it sure beat the alternative. I lay down and groaned in relief. The snow was a much better mattress than the pile of pine branches under our sleeping bag.I closed my eyes for a few moments and then reopened them and stared into the heavens. I could.