"Don't You dare! It's bad enough just being in here,I don't want to be in the dark too!"She was pulling the door back open when a gust of wind,accompa...ied by freezing rain,almost knocked her off her feet. "Cary,what are We going to do?" she wailed."Well,there's always "The Gate Keepers" shack. Want to give it a try?" I asked,hoping she would agree."Are You k**ding Me?! That place is worse than this!" No it's not! Plus it will be a lot warmer! And it will be drier than if we stay here. I swear!". .she arranged some cushions on the couch for me, made me a strong bourbon and we just talked while she went in&out of the kitchen to check on dinner. On one of her trips out of the kitchen she excused herself to go change. When she got back she was wearing a more casual but tighter jumpsuit kinda thing, my back ached but I noticed. As the evening went on, we ate, talked, had a FEW more drinks and even with the bourbon my back still hurt. She noticed & went to get me some sweat pants to change. Now that they were covered, the women seem to come to themselves and to start acting like adults. Nevertheless, they both acted like I was still in charge. I guess that was because I was the only ambulatory male, and I had proved my prowess in battle.I was a mite surprised, but, for whatever reason, the two women still looked to me for directions. I asked them to identify themselves and the man lying in the dust. They said that they were sisters and the man was their brother. They lived in Las. But it is a battle I must lose. Slowly the Sybian is winning, driving her on to orgasm. The lights blaze, the audience watch transfixed by the spectacle of this woman being relentlessly driven to orgasm in front of their eyes. They consume her every sound and movement, grimace and gasp, nothing is hidden as Kathy crashes into orgasm. But the machine is no considerate lover; it knows nothing of her climax just that it must continue to stimulate, to drive on. Kathy screams and jerks on the dildos.