His head was tucked against the side of her neck, panting heavily into her ear to the tune of the frenzied speed of his bucking hips. Her cries became...more haughty, the brutal jarring impacts of his hips striking her rump altering the pitch coming from her throat. Her eyes wide in disbelief at how good a dog's cock, she was filled to the brim with his scorching hot rod, so many hard veins running over his shaft, giving it a rough and bumpy texture to rake against her silken walls. Her pussy. She had just finished putting away the caulking gun when the doorbell rang."Why, Cherie, what a pleasant surprise! Come in. What brings you out this way?" she asked, ushering the teen into the living room where they both sat on the sofa.Marissa wore jeans and blouse while Cherie was dressed in a form fitting mini skirt, her developing breasts accentuated while, by crossing her legs, the skirt rode quite high exposing a great deal of leg and thigh."I came to see you because I think it's time we. “Who?” I asked not looking up from my sandwich. “Oh just this guy… he was asking for you, he was called… Zack” she said vaguely. I whipped around to see her leaning smugly against the counter. The blood flooded from my face. Zack was my ex-boyfriend, we’d broken up years ago, way before I’d met Jamie, but a couple of months ago we met in a bar while I was at my friend’s hen do – and one thing led to another… I felt terrible afterwards of course, but I couldn’t tell Jamie. It would break his. I'd probably be the same way if it were Crystal out there. But right now there's nothing you can do, so try not to think about it."That was easier said than done. He expected the nurse to come in at any minute and say, "They found your sister's body." Those words echoed over and over in his mind, terrifying him. What would he do if it happened? If only it were him out there alone in the cold instead of Brit. He would gladly let the storm take him, if it would mean Brit came home where it was.