I've been comfortable for miles. I don't mind giving my seat up for Wolf's mate," replied the beautiful and seemingly sweet woman.The leather seat loo...ed inviting, so Gretchen ignored the implication of Kat's statement for a moment and slipped past her, feeling a definite muscular form press against her in the tight space, and took the passenger seat."I'm your mate, hunh?" Gretchen finally responded. "Seems old fashioned: a poor damsel torn from her town to be subjugated by the capturing. If John didn't care about your feelings, then he might say rather crude things to you, just to see how far it gets him." John loves me," Jessica said with a flush running across her face. "He ... you should see the love lette..."Jessica broke down in tears. She hadn't thought of the love letter John had sent her until just now. It was gone. Burnt. That special letter. She'd even had her mother buy a container for it, so it'd be preserved."Was the letter in the house that burnt?" Ken asked in a. .. and again. She didn’t think it was possible to have so many orgasms. She was even beginning to think that she wouldn’t survive another... or another... or another. Then one of her arms was free. The ice had melted. She quickly freed her other hand and attempted to stand up. She almost made it, but another orgasm caused her to lie back over the saddle stand. When it passed, she stood and fumbled at the straps holding her boots to the floor. She had to endure one final orgasm as she stood in. She saw her husbands cock throb a little. Roger washed the soap off and pulled the foreskin forward again which didn’t go all the way to the front – it rested about halfway down the knob.“Blimey Rog, what did it feel like to hold such a big penis?”“Quite strange really, you sort of know what it is going to feel like but there seems to be ridges underneath the skin and it seems much hotter than mine. Don’t forget that this happened well over a year ago Steve, I reckon that things would feel much.