Allison grabbed the opportunity and clawed at the hands that were squeezing her throat. She bent her knee, planted her foot on Laura’s crotch and pu...hed with all her might. Laura fell on her back and cursed, gloating at the blond lock of hair she had managed to pluck. Allison got up on her feet and ran toward the stairs, hobbling heavily because she had lost her right mule in the fight. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Laura had already stood up and was about to attack again. The vase. When she came down from her orgasm she looked reverently up at Dylan. "Holy shit," she breathed, "I think I'm in love." He chuckled and wiped his finger around his mouth before licking all her juices off. "God, I love the taste of pussy," he muttered. They were about to start the game again, when Cassy attacked Dylan, she bobbed her head on his dick, sucking with everything she had, and he fell back on the floor with a loud curse. "Jesus, Cassie," he panted, twining his fingers into her. In the winter, we'd hollow out a mound of snow, creating a sort of igloo, where we'd pass the afternoon. Other times, we'd construct elaborate hideaways out of blankets and chairs, usually downstairs at his place. But wherever it was, we'd find a way to get off by ourselves and just while away the time.One day, we were climbing a big tree which had thick limbs branching out nearly sideways. Mike called over to me, "Hey -- when I lay like this, it feels funny!" I looked over and saw that he had. Intrigued."He was going into Cheryl and Doug's house." Cheryl and Doug's? I don't who that is." Yes you do," my wife snapped. "Cheryl and Doug are that missionary couple we talked to a couple of months ago at the neighborhood citizen's association." Oh yes," I replied, suddenly recalling that conversation. "Them. Weren't they the ones who'd been involved in that controversy in North Carolina a few years ago...because of that African guy who had this kind of cult?" That's them," my wife replied..