And yet you remained. With me. Hardly impregnating anyone except me.” They chuckled and rubbed her belly.“Getting tired of me?” Nick asks.“No....Never. I do not look forward to your leaving me.”“Me either.”“So why is this so different? And why does it change?”“You came to me to learn history. I have had much to tell you.”“History was an excuse.”“Was it?”She bows her head, “No. But you have to admit it helped the other reason to happen.” She lifts her head to show him her smile, which he kisses.. Then she kissed him on the neck, and took few steps back, sitting on the comfortable lounge chair, which was close to bed. Enjoying the spectacle she was being given by them. Tingly sensation was overwhelming her, as it turned her on so much what she saw, that her legs simply parted, and were resting on the soft chair arms. Her hand slipped between her legs, where she felt wetness dripping from her pussy. The other hand was playing with her hard nipples, as fingers slid inside of her, while she. "Hard. Sophie and Warren are dead, I've decided." Why?" Crash laughed."The program they set for me is a ballbuster," she giggled. "It's so hard, when you incorporate the technical elements into it, too. I get done with it and I feel like I've spent a day with the Thighmaster." Well, they're ice dancers, they forget about all them pesky jumps." Yeah," she laughed. Crash had finished his preparations, and popped the pan of galumpki into the oven. He rinsed off his hands, and sat down at the table. ‘I think this is going to be a good weekend,’ he said. Cabin One Michael had cracked open the first beer of what he imagined would be the first of many for the weekend. As beautiful and majestic as the mountain retreat was, he couldn’t help but think of how much potential his failed marriage had showed the last time he was here. He had stripped off his shoes, shirt and shorts and was standing in just his boxers shorts at the open sliding glass door. The afternoon sun was setting and Michael.