And ended in a closed pile since reshuffled. Had Lady Mathom picked up from that pile since then. Yes she’d taken two cards. That left three in the ...ile. If Margaret laid down her Ace, two, three combination she could win the right to pick up those three cards. Then she’d know if Lady Mathom truly held the Jack. If she did of course then Margaret was in dire straits having just sacrificed her combination to learn that her opponent really did have the advantage and without gaining any benefit.. I gently eased her onto the bed, laying her down full length on her back, and hurriedly removed my own clothes. My cock, of course, was huge by now and I had come to expect a gasp of lustful wonder when I set it free. But Alicia did not respond, in fact, I realised, she was no longer looking at me. Instead she gazed blankly at the ceiling. I looked at her, concerned. There was still fear in her eyes but also a desperate, yearning eagerness for whatever was to come. And her lips were moving. She. ..someone is hungry. Shall we give him something to eat..." she looked up at me again her eyes locked on mine. My eyes began to roll back into my head in delight. Her small brown hands working my cock. Pressing it against her lips. Kissing the head. She stroked harder I groaned. "Back here daddy" Leila demanded. "I want to watch you enjoy this.." I groaned again my cock pressed forward. My balls throbbed. I stated into her eyes with intent grabbing her head and pushing the head of my cock into. Then at just the right height, the tip slipped up against her. One intentional flex and my cock head slid up against her slit. Yes, hot and cold is relative. To my blood-filled shaft, her slit felt like soft ice."Ohhh. You're going to burn me," she whispered."Ah, but what a way to go..." I lowered myself into her. Only her very entrance was cold. Inside, she was as hot as I. We groaned together as I pressed her down in our little cocoon. The door to the tent was still open, the snow still.