‘No, you don’t understand Sophie. I mean I really like him. I think I’m…oh shit, I don’t know.’ I’m not sure what reaction I expected: s...ock maybe, or embarrassment, or possibly disgust. Instead, a slow smile spread across Sophie’s face. ‘And how does he feel about you?’ It was I who was shocked as I stared back at her. ‘I don’t know! God, what do you think we talk about in our meetings? I mean he’s married, and his daughter’s older than I am.’ Mark had a stroppy 19-year old, who seemed to. She ran her tongue over her lips ."I liked it," she said.Karissa was definitely moving close to me now. The hand that had been playing with her clothes inched towards my bare leg poking out from beneath the robe."You did?" I said. I wasn't listening to myself anymore. I was watching her lips."I did."We both watched as her hand made contact with my leg. It was almost a comforting, friendly gesture. But we both knew there was more to it than that. She had leaned over closer to my face when I. She grunted as she shoved it in to the hilt. Then he began to slowly slide his shaft in and out of her. My wife and I looked into each other's eyes as the couple pumped us. Lust filled her eyes and together we moaned and fucked the beautiful pair. The husband took hold of my wife's hips and pushed his dick in harder, deeper. She grabbed my hand and squeezed as he began to pound her hard, leaning up over her, lifting her legs up high to spread her wide. I grasped her back hard as his wife ground. "There," she told me. She bent down and undid the one other thing we'd brought with us besides the sled: a snow shovel.I sank it into the snow, and almost at once hit the car's roof. I scraped a bit off, being careful, which turned out to be a good thing ... there had been no way to tell, but the driver side car window was open. The car had been turned away from the house, so it was on the offside.At that point I had the door open, and a woman, slumped over the steering wheel, was visible.Rose.