She jacked us off for a little bit then she lent back and closed her eyes. Kumar and I did not react at first but it was not long until we did. We bot... ran our hands up her skirt and began fingering her Kumar pulled his hand out and untied her top and with one hand he groped her tit and he sucked on the other one I got in between her legs and ran my dick inside her. She was letting out some quiet moans as I slid in and out of her. We stayed like this for a few minutes then we went to swap, as. At last she realized she was a miserable and wretched kind of cold, as opposed to near death kind of cold. Rael had gathered her up in his arms, sitting her in his lap to press as close as possible while his hands rubbed briskly up and down her arms and back to try and rub something resembling circulation back into her frozen veins. “I didn’t think we’d make it,” Rael said hoarsely into her ear. “I remembered seeing this cave, but that was during the summer months years ago, and I couldn’t be. I've been told that the pain lasts only a few minutes." “Uncle Bill, I have a request that you will think is really strange.”“Okay. What is it?” “I don’t want any pain on my wedding night. I want you to surgically open my hymen for me. Is that the way to say it?” “Brigitte, do you really think that’s necessary?” “It is for me. Please!” Brigitte pleaded and started to cry. I stood up and moved toward her and she stood up and threw her arms around my neck. Her gorgeous brown hair was pressing. Her legs had fallen apart and her mouth was slightly ajar, as if inviting entry. She looked amazingly sexy in the smoldering light, which cast her body in dramatic curve loving shadows. Inspired, I playfully began to pose in the full length mirror leaning against the wall, pretending that I was his model du jour. I slipped out of my sundress and stood topless in my thong turning this way and that, touching my body and trying out different expressions. It was silly fun, the kind of thing you do.