She looks down to see the two wiggling roots sucking on her breasts. The sight oddly enough makes her pussy heat intensely. Already she can feel her j...ices beginning to flow.“Oh fuck, this feels good,” she moans.Somehow, the little tentacle mouths manage to increase the level of sensation Lacey is feeling. It has climbed past the point where she thinks it possible to comprehend. It’s as if the plant knows just how her body works. While her nipples are being attended to, Lacey feels something. "No service out here and the CB radio is on the fritz too," I told her. "We are going to have to hike to the closest cabin and wait for the weather to clear. It's about 4 miles and we need to get going. This snow is getting heavier and the temperature will drop as the sun goes down."We made good time to the cabin. I have to hand it to Sam, she was a trooper. She didn't whimper, complain, or bitch, she just walked. After three hours we got to the cabin as the temperature dropped steadily until. A couple minutes later I stepped out of the mens room, feeling a bit more centered and level-headed. I noticed one of the trio was over at the bar, apparently getting a round of tequila shots, and fishing to see if she could get them on the house, or if Louie was going to offer to pay for them. They were sly thats for sure. They sent the tallest thinnest blondest of the group over. Her cleavage was nearly brushing up against Louie as she leaned in tell the bartender her order. Just then one of. “Ben’s father and I are… involved,” I added, seeking a word that would add gravitas to our relationship. Christian looked serious for a moment, his countenance radically different when he was not laughing. He lowered his head in silence.“Madame, I am truly sorry. I did not realise this was so, you are Ben’s (French for step-mum), his… ah, his step-mother, non? Again I am very sorry!” Actually, I think the suggestion that I was in some capacity Ben’s mother was worse than the suggestion that we.