Rosie go get dat super glue ya use on ya nails. Amy ya helpme hold dis fairy down on da bed," Arithia demanded.You try to struggle with your pants ar...und your ankles against two verydetermined and bigger women. I tried but Amy had a strong hold on mywrists and Arithia manhandled me over to the bed. Once on the bed, Amystraddled my shoulders pinning me securely with her knees and her asspressed tightly over my face. I could barely breathe much less scream.I felt Arithia force her body. Early morning weekend sex--a mainstay during the long, dark winters--was a thing of the past. Saturdays meant up before what passed for dawn in Alaska, and out the door for hour after hour of floating this creek or that river. Home late smelling of algae and sweat and, damn it, fish.When he was home, they were both either cleaning, curing, packing, and cooking, or cleaning up after cleaning, curing, packing, and cooking pound after pound of Silvers and Kings.She hated fish.She hated fishing. Melissa worked down at one of the local diners as a waitress part time, while Greg is busy at a trade school across town learning to become an electrician while also working just doing trivial tasks for a small local construction firm. Money was always tight and Greg worked long hours. It made things worse that between the two of them, they could only afford one car, which often left Melissa stuck at home in the apartment while Greg was busy driving across town to his trade school. I tried to angle my hips where I wanted him, but he had a firm grasp on them. As his hair tickled my inner thighs and his tongue teased me I started to plead with him. Each of my pleas was left unanswered, but for a hard squeeze to my hips. My desire for penetration increased ten-fold with each stroke of his tongue and I was starting to think I would go before he entered me. He set my fears to rest before I could finish my thought. With the precision of a hawk after a mouse he pushed his tongue.