I moved my free hand around to her breast and started rubbing her nipples. They were like hard little rocks under my fingers and I wanted to suck them...into my mouth. Instead, I twisted them lightly while rubbing and pulling and her sharp intake of breath told me that she was going to cum again. This time she could not keep it as quiet as previously and I prayed that Clara were not close by. Melanie got off me and pushed a chair away. “Please fuck me on the table sir” . " Mike was now working on removing her shoes and jeans."Mike!" Tim couldn't believe it."Tim, snap out of it. Those clothes are wet. She's beyond making her own body heat, if we don't warm her up, she'll die. There's no bath in here, she can't stand under the shower and there's no way we can drive in this weather. You got a better idea?"Tim blinked, and then quickly began unbuttoning his shirt. Mike was right. Her skin was icily cold.By the time Mike had her sodden clothes off; Tim was lying in. I said ‘hi’ to her and we sat down at a table and ordered a cup of coffee. We had a general conversation about traffic (though both of us were really horny and we wanted the other one to initiate).Then I touched her legs with my legs. She immediately looked into my eye but she responded by pressing my leg with her leg. I winked at her and asked, “Let’s go home?”She said that we have already wasted 15 mins in CCD and she was badly waiting to go home.We finished our coffee and got into the car. It started innocently enough, I, Scott Summerton, was browsingstory sites and checking my email when I stumbled across a simple storywith the heading 'Story 2000.' Checking the browser I noticed this waslocated in the Fictionmania archive, something I discovered aftertrying to promote those Sailor Moon fanfics that I wrote with heavy'transgender' themes as they're called. Naturally 'Story 2000' hadgarnered my interest, so I clicked on it. My screen suddenly went blank. I thought nothing of.