Salvation struck.And it nearly killed Resh.The first thing that Resh knew something was wrong was the fact the stagecoach was slowing. The horses’ h...oves clattered less loudly, and the crunching, crinkling noise that reached his ears. Snow? Lots of snow. Then the cursing from the coachman. Then a whinny from a horse, a crash, and the entire wagon shifted hard to the left, then a twist, and then Resh was flung forward onto the ground. He caught up against a bench and he heard a loud cry from the. Doug jerked his slowly softening cock from Julie’s pussy, letting her legs slip from his shoulders to lie splayed wide on either side of him. Pushing himself away from her he gave Roger a small grin and a wink before climbing tiredly from the bed to walk somewhat unsteadily to the bathroom. Still lying next to Julie, his tired cock nonetheless semi-erect from the spectacle he had witnessed, Roger caught a brief draft of the tangy odour of heated lovemaking as Doug moved away. Turning to look. .And here. That will do to start? she said, her nail shivering along Ariel’s upper leg.?Now then?, Callista said ?Nothing too debilitating or disfiguring, I think, don’t want to reduce your price.? Callista’s voice grew faintly dimmer as she took several steps back, gauging the distance. ?But still, something to remember me by, don’t you think, min...............? Callisto’s voice suddenly vanished, cut short mid-sentence. ?Well done, Little One, one more captured and locked away where she. I had to go to the bedroom and lie down to recover, and ponder this new development. It was no revelation that Wendy could cook, but this was the same woman that always proclaimed (with perfect justice) that she worked as long and as hard as I did and certainly was not going to spend her precious evenings in the kitchen; hence our weeknight regime of TV dinners.There is not much more to say of the evening. When we went to bed we had another bout of glorious sex. And, just as the night before, I.