" "Bring it closer, Mister." He shuffled forward and touched her lips with the head of his cock. Her tongue slithered out and lapped at the wet tip....Half her mouth was unavailable with her face pressed into the sheet, but the wet lash of her tongue resonated through his entire body. He made a sound half groan, half sigh. "If you let me move I can suck it really good for you, Mister. I'm real good at it. I love doing it, too. I could...." He cut her off with a swift, hard spank on her left. Sounded like it was right up my alley. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and I opened the door to a young, twenty-something stud; he had on tight jeans and, since it was a hot humid August day, an already sweaty tank top, covering a very sculpted body. He gave me a smile that lit up my day. I almost came right there in my panties. Then I remembered that, since it was wash da,y I had found the oldest pair of shorts I had which were extremely tight and clung to every curve—they. Mark found a place where the snow wasn't too deep by the side of the road, and parked the truck there, and they set to unloading the dogs and sleds and gear.It was after noon before they got on their way, and they knew they'd have to move fast to be able to make it to the campground and still have enough light to set up camp, so they tried more of a racing pace, rather than a trail trot. Fortunately, the dogs had a good, long initial burst, so when they settled down, they were a good ways up. No use. He could not breathe and his muscles began to spasm. He felt his back arch and saw the scintillating strands of glitter hung high above. All too suddenly, there were hands on his shoulders, waist, and feet lifting him. Blue eyes regarding him from the china doll familiar face. ‘You’re dying.’ calm voices ‘Just let go.’ The needles in his coat. They must not find them. Too late, his belly went cold. He was lifted out of the chair. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Hands carried him.