I hurried to follow her instructions and made my way toward the bedroom within a minute or two, a glass of wine in each hand. By the time I got there ...he had turned most of the lights down and changed into a caftan style nightgown. The dim light, the magic of her bedroom and the heady fragrance of her perfume all combined to make the entire setting dreamily erotic. She took both glasses of wine, put them on the nightstand along side the bed and came to me, her forearms against my chest. The. They looked for clues, evidence, and all sorts ofthings that would tell them who were the two women thathad faced this mountain before. Nothing. Nothing theyfound told them anything. It was as if all existence ofthese two precious lives had been destroyed. What wouldbecome of them. The girls finally fell asleep togetherin a bed holding each other in fear of what tomorrowhad in store.(Day 3)Morning came and Jenny was stopped by Timothy asshe was walking into the bathroom abruptly.“Hold. You hit my arse hard, pushing my face into the pillows.No? You shove a finger past the panties stuffing my hole, into my juices.Lying little bitch. Your cunt doesn’t lie though, does it?You pull it out, shoving it into my arse with only my juices as lube. I scream and kick. You can hear me as I begin to cry.You rub your cock against the curve of my arse.I could do it. I could fuck you right now, bare, without a second thought, and there would be nothing you could do about it, would there?You. You feel me pushing your legs wider for a deeper penetration than before. Raising your hips to meet me, opening to my increasing roughness, you give yourself to me fully. Meeting each thrust with one of your own, the intensity grows rapidly. We have become like animals, in heat, uncaring, each lost in our own passion, feeling the release we seek within reach. Writhing, pulling, thrusting, the sounds of our passion stokes the fires that have been building all evening. Your cries inflame my.