People were killed every year in the mountains from lightning through ignoring the perils of changing weather conditions. Alex knew all this and yet h... had still neglected such simple precautions. He had only himself to blame.The lethargy that had set in over lunch had even persisted into the afternoon for he had set out to conquer the ridge with no great sense of urgency. He’d ambled along almost in a daze pausing often to admire the alpine flowers along the trail; the entrancing little tufts. And then there were the sauces, bolognaise, marinara, puttinesca, different types of ravioli and gnocchi. When he wasn’t looking I would dip my finger into the sauce, as I’d seen him do, and taste them. This was all new to me, Mother was a traditional cook, plain wholesome food with the occasional, very occasional, venture into the more exotic such as her version of spaghetti bolognaise or even lasagne, neither of which tasted anything like Gino’s. She hated garlic, and Italian cuisine was. I’m amazed that my touch is bringing this out in him. Feeling powerful and sexy, I rise up over him, straddling his hips, letting his cock slide between my pussy lips. Not allowing him to enter me, torturing both of us. I lean down over him, my breasts brushing his chest and I whisper in his ear, ‘I’m going to lick my juices off of your cock, then I’m going to suck you until you cum deep down my throat.’ His groan was half compliance, half agony as I arch my back and move my hips against him.. In no time she had opened my pant hooks and zip and pulled my cock out of my underwear. Now my cock was throbbing like anything – as she was pulling the back skin up and down. I could see in her face that she licked the length and thickness of my cock – I too started squeezing her breasts harder and with the other hand inserted my finger inside her. She was trying to get up to get my finger more in her. Satyam had come in the room and put the snacks and started rubbing her wife’s back and ass..