“I'm going to come!” I wailed. “Come with me, baby. Come with me!” I let out one final shriek, lifting my shoulders off the ground and cradlin... Reid's head between my breasts. My cunt gripped his thrusting cock, milking it of all it was worth. Reid blasted me with a jet of searing come, sending scorching pleasure rippling violently through me. He held himself deep inside me, shaking through three more powerful spurts before we both collapsed heavily on the floor. Our chests heaved as we. He quickly found a couple of snow suits, candy bars, several tear-open warmers and the heavy plastic deer toboggan he'd bought to harvest his fall kills, along with its rope, and a four foot stick to hold it off his heels. Bundling the clothes and a tarp in the toboggan he took off for the crash site, the snow squeaking madly beneath his boots. He had to pause occasionally to let any sweat dry to keep himself safe--sweat will kill at very low temperatures.He paused to eat two candy bars that. Henry had confided in me that he had trouble sexually because his wife, Veronica no longer excited him. He was approaching 60 years old and I had formed the opinion that Henry thought he was losing his sexual drive. My wife, Sue also told me that Veronica was sexually frustrated as Henry did not show interest in her and at times she was very unhappy. It was natural that our wives had become good friends. Whenever either couple held a party than the other couple were the first to be invited. We. My disgust then turned to anger. I thought how could Keith do that? Why would he destroy what I loved and what I thought he enjoyed too. My anger boiled over as I stormed back to the family room. I entered yelling at Keith, ”Now I know why you gave me these jeans and top. You were stopping me from opening that closet.” ”Why Keith? Why destroy all my sexy clothes?” I asked in a mad tone.Megan got up and ran from the room quickly. Technically I didn't notice her, as I wasn't paying attention to.