I just promised myself that I would. I usually just wore the knit cap and the face warmer and bitched about the cold. That morning I mostly bitched ab...ut the lack of coffee.Between my fucked up hip, and Mikah’s missing leg, one thing for sure, we weren’t going to setting any records on the two mile hike. That particular morning it was the usual one hour. Which meant I was cold as hell, when we turned into the car wash after the hike. Even though I had a couple of cups of coffee cooked, I put. " Marcy's compliments seemed to disturb him even more than her light jibes to his manliness. He turned to look out the window again, making a clear effort to ignore her. "Hey Paul?" Marcy eventually said, ending an increasingly awkward silence. With an exasperated huff he turned to face her once more. "What do you say we quit fucking around and just do it again?" she asked in a dead-serious tone. "Look, Marcy..." Paul began to protest. Again he was distracted by the motions of her fingers,. ” “Ah, so you can’t back it up?” “If I wasn’t with Louise, of course I could.” I look deep into his brown eyes as my hand slides along his inner thigh, and onto his crotch. “She’s not here now, is she?” James gulps deeply as my hand squeezes his cock through his trousers. I smile as I feel his tool jolt a little as I touch. “Like that, don’t you, James?” I don’t give him time to answer, simply unzipping his fly and fishing out his semi erect dick, wrapping my fingers around it. “Belle,. My hand becomes covered with the warm water from the shower and the hot juices flowing from my body. I know that any preparation on my part will pay off later, so I settle myself back against the corner of the shower. My legs, also smooth from earlier preparation, spread wide to admit plenty of room for play. My right hand slips down, and I plunge my fingers inside of me as deep as I can. The tips of my fingers curl around the ridge, pushing in as far as they can, reaching for the fleshy.