I wrapped my legs around his waist and he began to slowly grind his hard cock against my pussy. By now we were both moaning, breathing heavily and so ...urned on, that everything else became irrelevant. That's why neither of us heard the door. "What's this then?" Connor stopped abruptly and looked behind him. My heart must have skipped at least 10 beats when I saw Ryan by the door with a smirk on his face. Connor jumped off the sofa and ran for Ryan pinning him up against the door by his shirt. I. I reached between us with a hand that hadn't been outside the sleeping bag all night, and palmed her whole pussy. She was very cold to my touch, but that meant mine was..."Ooohhhhh that's so nice and warm"I pressed into her gently rubbing and warming her, she cooed and nuzzled her snow-wet hair into my shoulder, literally melting into me. Two bodies in a well insulated space. It doesn't matter if one of them starts out wet and cold. Before long, the temperature rises."I'm still cold." She. None of the guys seemed to want to sit down, just stand around chatting and watching the pre-match stuff on TV. I wandered back and forth from the kitchen, replenishing the empty bottles, receiving an appreciative slap on my bum or tweak of an exposed nipple.They seemed very happy with the way the match was going, especially after England scored early on, resulting in a few kisses and hugs for me.Quarter to on the dot, the doorbell rang, and I went to answer it. It was the pizza guy. He handed. But each of these attempts stimulated me more; I found myself trying to embrace the pole like a lover. Around the tenth stroke, I felt the pole responding -- John had built a vibrator into it. My life was just a haze; all I could focus on was the pain in my back and the pleasure in my groin. I couldn't tell which was more intense. Then he skipped a tick, and another, and a third. Was it over? Suddenly, the hardest stroke of all landed, on my buttocks in- stead of my back. Before I could even.