My wife said she would stay at the cabin. It was cold and I told Tim I wasn't going to fish. He said me either. We headed back to the cabin. I told hi... on the ride back that if he wanted to fuck my wife I was OK with it. He said cool. When we got back we found my wife sleeping on the rug in front of the fireplace. She had a robe on and it was short and slightly open. I pointed out to Tim that she must have showered and touched up her shaved pussy. He smiled and nodded. He and I opened a couple. It's winter outside and the nights have been cold and still, darker than normal, shadows upon shadows. In the distance I hear steady chilled winds, swaying through tree branches and scattering fallen dead leaves through the street. The sky is simply a dark purple canvas, the silver needlepoints of stars dotting the vastness above, encircling the hazy moon. She suddenly exhales beside me and shifts her body from the side where we fell asleep, spooned together. She slowly turns until she's lying. I stared at her pussy, still a bit red from her vigorous rubbing."Perhaps...just a sniff." I thoughtI slowly walked up to her bed. Her bald pussy was still wet from her juices. I brought my face down to her crotch and took a whiff. That's all it took to bring my boner back to attention. I needed to see how much I could get away with. I brought two fingers down and placed them on her pussy lips. I paused and waited for any sign of life, but she continued her steady breathing pattern. I began to. They heard screams and gunfire occasionally, but they were unable to see past its bulk, only the charred and dismembered bodies that it left in its wake serving to illustrate what was going on.It was like tailgating an angry, fire-breathing steamroller, and before very long they arrived at a large cargo lift. It seemed out of place, big enough that even Azazel could stand on it, and Ryan looked over the guard rail to see that it descended deep into the mountain. He wasn’t sure how far down it.