He got very drunk, passed out on the lawn and woke, shivering, on Christmas Day. He had been remembering their past Christmases and that had made him ...audlin; grief would catch him by surprise now. It wasn’t constant; just sudden surprises from a smell, a sound, a song.The girls came back on the day after Boxing Day. The judge had decreed that no-one was to be away for longer than four days, she didn’t want some tricksy person arranging long periods when they were ‘at the house, but not. With her hands on his hips she paced his thrusts and soon felt powerful gushes of hot cream deep inside. She was beyond grateful when he said, “can I stay in there and keep going?” Her deep tongue kiss let him know wishes.An hour later they both had by far the best sex of their lives. He had come three times and she lost count. She was also grateful that she’d kept up her birth control. Her fingers couldn’t stay away from her pussy after he left and her mind was whirling. This was what sex was. “Do you know what the French call orgasms?”She shook her head.“Le Petit Mort. The Little Death,” I said. “And tonight, I promise you, you’re going to suffer a thousand Little Deaths.”She closed her eyes and shivered again, letting out a little squeak too. She hadn’t, had she? She couldn’t have suffered her first Little Death just from my words, could she?I hate to admit it, but that damn voice was right, it was fun. Hannah had something of a hair-trigger, but the real fun came from keeping her. They were beaten bloody or rejected then beaten bloody after they tried to force their way. However, a hand full of them turned out to be nice people and she enjoyed her time with them. It could just be long conversation about life which, more often than not, escalated into a night of intense sex. At this moment, she did not have time or energy to socialize and weaved through the mass of people with unfriendly scowl on her face. Focusing was already an exhausting task with all the lust and.