Before it could gather force, he smiled gently. ‘Perhaps you misunderstand me, brother,’ veiled steel was behind his words. ‘I will speak more ...imply. Can you tell me if you saw any hint, any sign, that the deity worshiped by these fools is anything more than misguided superstition and the desire of the priests and the royal family to deny them the blessings of heaven?’ ‘Lambert, I can,’ The bishop gaped. The whisperings grew louder. Behind Paul, Angela’s face broke into a disbelieving. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. Chapter Three : The Partners Arrive By the time the evening came at the ‘Travellers’ Rest’, only four couples were there, Susan and George being the last of them. Three other couples had phoned to make their apologies. However, it would still be a cosy. It felt natural and I felt like I might burst out of my pants. She moaned as soon as my hand grabbed her and whispered for me to keep stroking her.I pushed her down on the bed and pulled my shirt off. Then I dropped my pants freeing my hard cock too. I got on top of her, kissing her and grinding my dick into hers. It was so hot and we were both grinding and moaning. She put her hand down between us and stroked our cocks together. It felt amazing. I was so turned on and I wanted to make her feel. She took the blanket and threw it onto the hood of the Camaro. "Come on big boy, want to bang a model on a sports car?" I was up for banging that model anywhere. The Camaro's hood was as good as anyplace. Cindy laid back on the blanket and bent her knees planting her feet on the car. I stepped up to take over and was several minutes into plowing her field when we heard a noise behind us. Cindy's eyes widened as she saw a man with a shotgun stepping into the road."This is private.