Her eyes closed automatically and she was lost suddenly in a dream world. She floated and drifted, feeling a long, drawn-out orgasm rising as Jeff c...ntinued to lick and suck her cunt. Her firm tits seemed to be screaming with a desperate hunger. She pressed them into her chest, trying to relieve the deep aching. Her tits hurt almost as though they had been bruised, and she needed to knead and massage the pain away. Then she tweaked and pinched her nipples. Her back arched, her mouth hung. This was where our secret weapon fitted in. Looming above one side of the pass was a massive bank of snow running up high towards a mighty peak. It had received a massive dump of snow from that huge storm, and it was all sitting up there, slowly warming up in the sun. There had been hardly any run off from it, so the men had already placed bets on how long it would be before the whole lot filled the valley below in a massive avalanche. They figured that there was a chance that a battle would. I moved to a position in front of her, but where I could still see the movie if I turned my head. By the sounds coming from the TV, they were already going at it on the screen, and she started to finger herself with her right hand. First one then two, then three, then all four of her fingers were working in and out of her now sloppy cunt. Her left hand fondled her breasts and also helped to pull her pussy open to get even deeper with her right hand. I could see her right thumb rubbing her clit. I had to hurt them and humiliate them. I was blinded by rage; I didn't see that you were you, not a 'them'. It finally dawned on me how sad and lonely you were. At first I tried to steel myself to keep on hurting you; now I realize I can't bring myself to hurt you any more. You should have hated me. I expected it. I wanted to wash away my guilt with it. I would have used that to justify what I was doing but I never saw it in your eyes. Fear and pain, yes, but never hatred." You are different,.