I took down the tent of course, and moved what supplies I could into what I thought of as safe spots.I had a lot of dead moo near me, a lot of dropped...timber that had aged a month or more, a local supply of water, and a lot of firepower. It was going to have to do....The first real snow fall was a heavy one, and came down wet and sticky. The temperature dropped and a lot of that snow turned to ice. Just as the snow started a slow melt, it got colder and more snow dropped, this time dry and. I was feelings Jennys tits and ass as we mad out. I thought I'd go for the honey pot. I wet my middle finger and rubbed Jennys pussy. It was soaked. Mhhh she said, parting her legs. I got brave & pushed my finger in. Ahh fuck. I remembered about the “G” spot. I moved my finger around and found it. Just like I read a soft almost spongy area. Oh yeah, oh right there, just like that. Jenny seemed to like my balls, she spent a lot of time with them. Oh fuck I'm going to cum, yes,yes,yes I'm. Come on Schaffer, it’s just a biological need, get it over with.It was slow going, but he worked up a rhythm, getting into the mood as he tried to conjure up memories of his last shore leave. Just as he felt as if he might have a chance, he was interrupted by a large, crouched shape entering the cubby.“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, fumbling to stow his erection as the enthusiastic alien shuffled closer to sit in front of him. Runt was talking and waving her hands, too fast for. After all, Holly loved to fool around with girls, herself, and maybe – hopefully – it was an inclination that she had come by honestly, inherited from her mom.She wandered, fancifully, if there was such a thing as a cunt lapper chromosome, a dominant pussy gobbler gene running in the family bloodstream?Leaving her bedroom door slightly ajar, Holly flopped down on the bed, face up, arranging herself as provocatively as she could.She raised her knees and parted her slim thighs and thrust her.