She was currently engaged in a spit swapping contest, her tongue deep in his mouth and his in hers, both darting in and out, enmeshing and poking, the...r saliva's mixing and being swallowed, sexy to observe, but fucking frustrating when a mouth looks like a wet cunt and a tongue acts like a fucking cock.I am standing off to the side while they are locked in sexual combat, if only her husband could see her right now, fucking cow, I bet a thermometer in her cunt would read 100 degrees, lol, listen. The best thing was no snow was falling. This was the second day where no snow fell. It was still cold. It was 23 degrees according to the thermometer mounted on the front porch.Sgt. Ballerton took a vehicle everyday to check to see if anyone had gotten close to the house. He was worried and wanted to start mounting a guard. Greg vetoed that idea as he pretty much knew it was impossible for anyone to drive, let alone walk up the hill in this much snow.Sgt. Ballerton also made sure every vehicle. Looking back now, they didn’t care, they wanted sleep, and so did we. ‘It’s really late, Sheryl’, Louie said. ‘Let’s get back to our room’. As we walked back to the room, I asked Louie ‘Did we even get their names?’ ‘What difference would a name make,’ he said, ‘we’ll never see them again.’ ‘Right,’ I responded, ‘and I don’t doubt for a second that you would love to fuck her. Once that guy is asleep…well….I’ll make sure that you won’t be taking any walks later tonight.’ We had left the lights. He walked to the side of the bed where Susan was also propped. He leaned and whispered, “I love you, and our day will come.” Then he walked around the bed and whispered the same to Melba.Having assured his other women of his love, he returned to the foot of the bed and started to crawl towards Eva Mae. She spread her legs and her arms in welcome.Bob was warm. Two hard points pressed against his back. That was unusual, because he typically slept on his back with a young woman on his stomach or.