I can't remember why I'm in the snow but for some reason I stay there and I'm so cold. I'm freezing and I'm so numb. That's all I can remember."The br...nette touched his face lightly. "Well it's hard for many of us to remember why we are here. A lot of us don't want to remember."Johnny touched her hand as it lay on his face. "Do you know why you're here?"She nodded. "No. I can't remember to be honest. I guess that's a good thing right?"He smiled and out of nowhere the beauty reached up to kiss. She pulled away and looked at the wife and said, “Can your husband fuck me? I need his cock in my pussy!”. The wife said have a good time.Theresa rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and said, “Fuck me. Now. I need your hard cock fucking my pussy!” She reached down and guided my shaft into her pussy.Nature took over and we proceeded to rut like a****ls. She was grunted and moaned as I rammed my cock in and out of her steamy cunt. She. . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes. “I tried . . .” she said apologetically, “. . .but I just couldn’t do it.” He shook his head and sighed, then threw her roughly onto the bed. “Then I guess I’m going to have to punish you. You know I wanted you to fuck her so you’d be ready when we all got together later.” Carrie crawled to her knees on the bed and bowed her head. “I deserve to be punished,” she murmured in a low voice, “I failed you.” He stepped closer to the bed and unfastened. There was a new strip club close that had been boasting a wonderful grill. Sounded like just what he needed today.He walked in and a little blonde seated him near the stage. She smiled sweetly as she handed him his menu and took his drink order. He grinned at all the waitresses in the little French maid outfits. Very cleverly designed to show everything yet cover, perfectly sheer. He tipped his waitress a twenty when she came back with his drink sliding his hand over her firm rump and giving it.