With poor visibility and slick roads, it would be far too easy to slid off the road. Even if he wanted to get out of there quickly, going slow was bet...er than being stuck and going nowhere. "Great," he said to himself while rolling his eyes after hearing the radio. Apparently, the blizzard would only be getting worse. "Just what I need and I can hardly see as it is." He had never been a fan of the cold and snow but he would have little choice. The thought of driving in this for hours,. His other hand started playing with my clit; we settled into a rhythm and I couldn’t help but let out squeals of delight from time to time. “Unnnh!! Oh yeah Brad! Come on! Finger my pussy!” He grunted with exertion and shoved a third finger in. I let out a moan of pain and delight, wrapping my solo leg around his waist tighter. He whispered in my ear “That’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard,” and then with that he stopped. I glared at him and found his hand; trying to force his fingers into my. He understood Abe’s desire to get the bike operational as soon as possible. His birthday was coming and he wanted to get the bike running in time to get his license.“Sorry to wake you,” said Abe realizing that he had probably wakened everyone in the neighborhood.“It’s a sharp looking bike. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, you did a good job on it,” commented Jerry while rubbing his arms to warm up. He regretted not having put on a shirt before coming outside.“Thanks,” replied Abe.The. He pushed his fingers inside of her, feeling her walls, coated with the moisture of her desire clamp down on them, her hips jerking, beyond thought of rhythm or grace. She groaned, filling his mouth with the sound of her desire, her tongue battling his. She yanked her mouth away, crying out as he pressed deeper, his fingers curving inside of her, finding every nuance of erotic sensation he could and plying it. He felt her come, her juices coating his hand, her body tight. He pulled his hand.