Snow was magical to her, and so it had been magical to Blake.And then the accident happened. She'd been hit by a drunk driver, and never made it to th... hospital. It had snowed the day she died, slowly, as if the weather itself were mourning her passing. Blake hated the snow now, but at the same time, he'd have never moved anywhere that wouldn't get it in the wintertime. At least it made him think of her, happy and laughing. That was better than nothing. Better than the constant loneliness.His. ‘You had me all excited that you’d be in your underwear, and I’d swear that underwear covers more than any bathing suit I’ve ever seen. Now get your ass in the water.’ ‘You’re buying the beer after this, right?’ Connor laughed. ‘Whatever beer you want.’ ‘Even if I’m drinking Guinness?’ ‘Yes, even if you insist on drinking Guinness. Hell, I’ll splurge and buy you a whiskey if you want one.’ Connor crossed his arms back over his chest. ‘Now go.’ ‘You’re coming in right behind me?’ she asked. 'Oh god i can't stop it.I have never come like this before'.She continued to come for a few more minutes before she subsided.Looking down at the floor,which looked like the roof had sprung a leak she said,'bloody hell.Look at the state of the bloody floor'.As she lay back i took my still stiff cock and rammed it back into her by now very wet pussy.'That feels so good.I love fucking a wet pussy'.She laughed and said,'And that is definitely one bloody wet pussy,hey mate'.I began to fuck her hard. “I’ve wanted this for so long, dreamt about it. I’m going to make my dreams come true, Sam. We have time for everything else later, but I need you. Now.” She stripped off the rest of our clothes and gave my hardness a cursory lick before settling over it. Sitting straight up, she gripped me with her hand and slowly sunk down onto it. Her face was a mask of concentration, soon breaking into a face contorted in pleasure and happiness as I was wrapped by a furnace of tight, wet, delicious heat..