”“Molly, please move around behind Rodney. Straddle his lower legs and move forward toward me until your thighs are against the middle of his back... and the back of your husband’s head is firmly pressed against your crotch.”Before I started to move away, Don dropped his arm from around my waist. While my body shielded his hand from Rodney’s view, his fingers lingered, cupping my butt cheek, dragging sensuously low into my ass crack, and then up, just brushing over my anus. I wondered if I should. Next to it I hung my hunting clothes and set the big seaman's boots below.A couple weeks passed. We'd gotten about six inches of inches of snow. Mark and I had begun feeding the deer because their forage was covered. Late one afternoon the alarm went off in the office. I went to look. A big 4WD truck had passed the camera, coming onto the island. I got dressed, stamped on my boots, took the pad, canvas, 'possibles' bag and rife in hand then walked down to the beach. I followed it north until I. The wetness of her vagina dripped down my thighs. I nailed her from the back for quite a while. She came another four, maybe five times. I had no end in-sight it seemed. Suddenly she turned around and dropped down, pulling off my condom. She spat on my rock hard cock and began to suck and pump it with her hand. She was trying to get me off, and she was a total pro. Her tongue ran circles around the head of my dick like you wouldn't believe. She hit all the right spots and I was coming. She. ..You've seen better, haven't you?"The voice sent shivers down her spine. It was the Hound, alive and apparently in good spirits. "You?!"On first quick reaction, Arya covered her breasts. The Hound sniggered again."Too late to cover your modesty, little bitch. I saw your face as you stroked your filthy your cunt. Nice, was it?"MelissaRauchFanUnited Kingdom1 minute agoplaboi80"I thought you were dead?" "You should have killed me"The Hound sat upon the embankment, his eyes tracing over Arya's.