The Rush song (not sure which one) was seemingly interminable, but it grew louder and more animated as we made love.I immersed my face in Crissy’s l...ng, sensuous hair, finding her earlobe and kissing it.“Ungh!” Crissy responded. Then all at once in the deep part of the stroke she arched her back, and I felt a flood of droplets around my cock, as the walls of her vagina pulsed around me, squeezing in almost imperceptible spasms.Rhianne shoved even harder in my butt, and somehow the arcs of. .. carpet. Nothing was wet, and there were no wet tracks from where all the people walked across the room. There were no chunks of snow or any evidence that they had just trudged across several hundred feet of snow. She looked down at her own boots, (she had long-since changed to warmer clothes and footgear) but the tread was devoid of the slightest bit of moisture, or anything else."Dirt doesn't come in, either," Jeff said, obviously having been watching her. "I've spent some time trying to. We got there to see Ellen, literally, bouncing off the walls, causing Tina to curse again.They hadn’t seen Ellen yet, so Tina pointed to the neon green blur of Ellen’s tiny boy shorts and sports bra.“Her,” Tina told them. “Think of me that day that those fuckers caused my parents to kill themselves. Remember that tiny Cuban girl back when I started competing with you? Put the two together. That was Ellen when she was nine. She’s twelve, hit puberty, and apparently angry about something.”“That. She watched, speechless, as the camera pulled back so that she could see both Brody lying on the ice and his teammates charging over to take the Canadiens to task. Bax was the first one in and grabbed one guy by the shoulders. Another Canadien tried to break that up but another Cap jumped in and soon all the players save Brody, Strelkov and the goalies were in a huge scrum. "Shit, oh shit. Did you see that?" She wrung her hands. "That guy was moving like a freight train. Brody went down like a.