I place some of the fuel in the wood stove, and start it up with some kindling. You move to the couch and chairs, pulling off the drop-cloths that pro...ected them from dust for the weeks since our last visit to our little hide out in the forest. I move to the fireplace, set the wood in there and then start a fire with some pitch wood and paper. The chill in the room starts to pass as the fireplace and stove start to give warmth and life to this icy cabin. Looking out the small cabin windows we. Really hot. You are amazing.”She smiled and started kissing again. I slipped my hands inside her t-shirt and started touching her breasts , she moaned a little and leaned back, took off her top and stopped. Her 34-size breasts were in front of me. They were covered in beautiful green bra. They were so fit in the bra as it was tailormade for them.I opened her bra and threw it somewhere in the room. I took her boobs in my hands and squeezed them gently. She closed her eyes and moaned with. " She winked as she kept stroking him, squeezing and twisting his shaft ever so slightly at times. She could feel him throbbing and knew he'd have his way with her shortly. She loved how telling him only fueled his passion, fed into his lust. The sex she had with guys was always good, but it was better coming home to him.He turned her around and gave her a sharp swat on her ass. "Mmmm, that's my sexy slut. Getting fucked by so many guys but coming home to what you like best." He squeezed both. I didn't remember much about the ride from the club to Matt's apartment except the speed at which the streetlights flashed past. I had both hands inside his pants stroking his hard, throbbing cock while he was driving, and I'm afraid that they may have provided something of a distraction. When we reached his apartment, soft music came on. He'd wired the place somehow so that it did that automatically. I was surprised at the subtle eroticism of the recording he'd chosen. I suppose I'd expected.