I pushed it down to her ankles and she stepped out of it. My hands shook as I reached out to touch her pussy. Her hair tickled my fingers and her puss... felt soft. She closed her eyes and pulled me closer. Even though she was older, I was her height and she put arms around my neck. My hand slipped under her pussy in between her legs and I felt it wet. I pulled my fingers back quickly.She laughed. “Don’t worry. That’s not pee. That’s how it is for all girls when they’re in the mood. For you guys,. She was the first to awake, feeling amorous and knowing only in her half awake state that someone was curled close, his semi erect cock pushing against her ass, his hand holding her breast. She instinctively settled her hips back more firmly against him, and felt his hand tighten briefly around her breast before sliding away down the front of her, to find the hot wet entrance of her womanhood and stroke her there. Desire flared in her and she again moved against him, this time realizing that he. He would be in the room and call her with the room number then her and I would head over.The call came and we headed over. I remember making out with her in the elevator and putting my hand on her ass as we walked to the room. Her hubby met us at the door. She slipped into the bathroom to freshen up a bit, as I recall she smoked and wanted to brush her teeth. While we waited her husband turned to me and said “my wife isn’t a piece of meat!” I said “no doubt, she is a beautiful woman and a human. ”“I’ll die,” he snarled, “get out of that bag before I-”Her hand shot out of the sleeping bag, taking his arm in an iron grip, he tried to pull away but he was too damned cold. He felt sluggish, his strength sapped, the cold draining his energy. She was strong, her fingers were digging into his arm, though she was careful to avoid cutting him with her hooked claws.“We’ll never survive the night on our own, our only chance is to combine our body heat.”Boyd’s eyes widened and he used the last of.