None of those seemed especially likely.Things took a sudden turn in November during a particularly severe cold snap. The overnight temperature had dro...ped to sixteen below and a lot of the community simply wasn't ready for it. Plumbers could practically name their own price as water pipes froze and burst around town (not that they didn't charge enough on a normal day). Ski season was already underway so the resorts were top priority.My house did just fine but Margie's didn't. It was an old. She was clean--not antiseptically clean, a slight tang of the day which was all her, but tidy down there. And it didn't take long of my tongue working its way as far as it would go into her asshole (which was less than half an inch) before I could tell that she had reached down and started masturbating as I did it, which was even more of a turn-on, because there's nothing I like better than to have her come on my face, spasming right before my eyes.As she got into herself I started to get tired. She called thecombination an "espresso chaser." Margret is one of the few coffeedrinkers I know who takes her coffee in a variety ways. Sometimes, sheprefers it straight black, and at other times with just sugar, justcream, or both. This morning, she wanted it "Pulp Fiction Style" (lots'o cream, lots 'o sugar).She was buried in her laptop screen, and hadn't yet looked at me. I hada burning question nagging at me, so I had to interrupt her."Margret, how did you know? I mean, about the Royal. Once I was done, she had gotten the idea and climbed into the big bathtub on her own. She sat down, but I made a disapproving grunt and directed her to get on her stomach. I made sure that the water was warm and turned the shower down a bit so that there would be no danger of it getting too high on the tub. Once Amanda was settled on her stomach, I tied her legs again. It wasn't much of a bother to have to do it again, but an annoyance anyway. And I quickly realised that the wet ropes were a.