Toohot. I pulled them off, too.I came to another frozen lake, larger the ones I'd seen so far. Out onthe edge of the horizon, I could see a faint gl...w. The sun, due south.It was just threatening the horizon, letting the beginnings of dawn flitthrough the sky. But it was only an idle threat, one that the sun wouldnot make good on for another few months.I lifted my head to face the glow and let another rush of wind fill mylungs. Then I leapt forward, arms outstretched, onto the frozen. This was great. I gasped and arched my back some more, pleasure shooting through my body as her small hand slid up and down my rock solid 6 inches."You like that? Yeah? You like that don't you?" Marissa teased with a mischievous grin. This was a side of her I'd never seen, a sexier, hornier side. I liked it.She slid up my body and I helped her remove her skirt, and then her bra, and finally her panties.I gazed at a body to rival that of Aphrodite herself.Firm, perky breast with 10 cent nipples. 5í9î and full figured. All her life she had men groping her. When she turned 18, her sisters' lover ****d her and she turned lesbian. Now she was spending the next 20 years in prison for a crime she didn't commit. At every parole hearing, she swore up and down that her stepfather was dead when she found him but no one believed her. Over the past 5 years that she had been in prison, she had been four different women's bitches until one day she rebelled and turned the baddest bitch in the prison. ’ Chapter One The Western Front 1917 Captain Charles Stewart took a long sip on his tea. It was hot and strong and he could feel it going down. The fact it was laced with rum simply added to it. It took the chill off the early spring night. Seated in the damp, musky dugout, he looked around. Across from him, asleep with his head down on the wooden table was 1st Lt. Cecil Woodburn. Woodburn was an outstanding officer. Actually Stewart felt Woodburn was a better officer than him. Only a few years.