We'd agreed not to "do it," but I wasn't at all clear just what that meant. Jean spoke repeatedly of "the incest thing." Just what was the incest thin... anyway? Was it talking about sex? I thought not. Then was it touching? Well, we'd certainly touched on a couple of occasions and neither of us appeared to be troubled, much less traumatized by the experience, so I thought that wasn't it.If she sucked my dick once, was that incest? How about when I fingered her pussy? To climax? Now, was that. .So he was surprised when they alighted a short walk away from a smallhouse which appeared to be made of ice, in the middle of an expanse ofice, with a bitter, cold wind blowing which Ben could sense but wassomehow unaffected by. There were bales of hay on the ground in frontof the house, and what appeared to be a large sleigh in the open garage,but he couldn't see any reindeer. As they walked towards the door itopened, and a large, bearded, jolly looking fellow in a red, fur-linedcoat stood. Her body relaxes as she lays back; breathing deeply, still feeling his muscular body upon hers.Sliding a hand down her sensitive body, moaning softly, Padma’s hand finds its way to her swollen clit. Arching her back, fingers gently stroke the hardened nub, eyes closing as she remembers his touch. Groaning, she increases the pressure on her clit, her body filling with desire and lust. Padma’s mind wanders back to the first time she had dreamt of him, how she had jerked awake only to find her. The intruders were stationary, wearing black all over, and were in the darker corners of the room. The first any of the Patrollers knew they weren’t alone, was when number three moved his arm to raise his silenced pistol. Movement draws people’s attention.“What...”Each Patroller received two bullets in the head as numbers one, two and four each fired a double tap into their nearest patroller. With number four coming forwards to keep a look out, the other three men dumped the three new corpses.