Lynn stayed where she was – sitting in the snow and feeling terrible about what she had done. Hoping beyond hope that Philo or someone… anyone els...… from the tribe would come back for them. But they hadn’t. And they wouldn’t. Finally Baz’s voice came out of the shelter. Tired… and exasperated. But somehow inviting. Like he’d hit a limit at how long he was willing to let her sit in the cold and have him be inside where it was warm. ‘Get inside.’ He murmured roughly. Lynn moved… her muscles were. "Come on honey' let's go somewhere private!"The red-faced man took Michele by the hand and pulled her towards the stairs. Michele went alonggrudgingly; she was hoping that Steve would be her first. As she climbed the stairs, the man closebehind her began to paw at her buttocks and legs. He ran a finger up the seam of her stocking andstroked the welt and then the bare skin above dark band of nylon. Michele's cock twitched in herpanties."God you've great legs girl; and a fantastic arse! I'm Ron. I wanted to get out as much as I could before those brutes ruin it all. How long can you stay?”“We wangled a couple of two day passes, thanks to Uncle Admiral and the car will come for us on Sunday evening. I have to get her back before midnight or she’ll turn back into a civilian!”Camilla smiled. “You don’t mind sharing a room, do you? What with rationing and so on, heating even this little place is so difficult. I’ve had Metcalfe air the room, set a fire and put decent sheets on so you’ll be. I rubbed my hands over her inner thighs, up to her stomach and over the satin of her garter belt, up to her breasts. I gently, softly rubbed her breasts, looking into her eyes as I did so. A small moan escaped Kim's throat.Leaning over, I began kissing Kim's thighs. Gently using my tongue, I licked and kissed her thighs and inner thighs, working slowly up towards her stomach. Continuing the gentle kissing and nibbling, I laid between Kim's legs, my chest resting lightly on her pelvis area while.