The hill should be perfect, she thought. Maybe twenty below with windchill at three thousand feet, should be good hard crusted snow. They would dance ...he mountains today. She rang his doorbell ten minutes later. He took ages to get his kit into the car. Of course he had a hangover, not that he admitted it. As they headed northwest on the A82 and his sour breath filled the interior, she wondered briefly why she’d agreed to this, hoped she wouldn’t regret it. But the morning was too glorious for. Her hand moved down across her flat, smooth, belly and a finger began to flick between her pussy lips. She moaned and kind of squirmed as she played with her clitoris,oblivious we were all watching intently. Reg said Fuck me I am getting hard again !!! I think he was about to move across to the bed but just then the front door bell rang That will be them said Reg and went down the stairs. I heard voices then footsteps on the stairs and Reg came back in followed by two men. They were both old. “And where we seek justice when elven raiders burn our villages to the ground? We are under occupation! We have no rights!” “Oh, so that give you the right to slaughter and rape with impunity?” “Yes, it does!” Brock snarled, “An eye for an eye! The imperials have treated us like cattle for so long, maybe they should know what they’ve wrought!”“If you didn’t always act like animals, then you wouldn’t have to be put down like them!” Brock laughed. “And there she is, ladies and gentlemen, the true. His arms were around me and he was hard between us. Feeling him like that made me stiffen and lengthen inside him. I pulled my head up and looked at him, he was smiling but his eyes were closed. I kissed him. I initiated it, I moved my mouth over his, waiting for him to wake if he was sleeping. He smiled even more and opened up, meeting my tongue. I undulated my hips and he arched his back. God, I loved his ability to move with me. I moved over and over inside him, feeling him build, knowing.