The light reached out and kissed her face. It shown just a fraction of her beauty and he was greeted with a wonderful sight. They smiled a good morni...g. Their lips touched. His cold hand found her side and pulled her in. They retreated from each other as slow as they embraced. The cotton of her top wasn’t enough to keep the cold from his touch. Soon enough goosebumps traveled across her skin. It was static type of feeling, almost delayed. She didn’t shiver until he let go of her and rolled. The reason I wasn't looking forward to getting together with them was because this time we had to pick up and drop off my mother in law and her crabby asshole husband. My father in law had pasted away two years prior to meeting this new husband of hers that was on it's forth year of marriage. No matter how much you tried to include him into conversations or try to make him feel part of the family, this prick was always in a bad mood. Anyways back to the story, my wife and I were at the front of. He opened the door and was greeted by his minder. The man, nearly a head shorter than Collin and much stockier, appeared to have just emerged from a shower, although dressed again in an oxford blue button-up shirt and khaki slacks that actually complimented his girth. Collin knew little of him other than a name, Mr. Creekmier, but please just call me Hank. Hank, most likely from some shadowed intelligence agency recruited to follow Collin in his journey back home, displayed a neutered accent. That got them really going.” His fingers were deep inside her now. “They wanted to see her now Abi.” He told her. “They had touched her flesh and now they wanted to see it; they wanted to see her cunt Abi, and that they did.” He pulled away and lifted the hem of her skirt. “This is what one of them did Abi.” He explained as he lifted her skirt right up. “Tucked her skirt up inside the waist and pulled down her panties.” As his fingers gripped the waistband of her panties she lifted her.