Instead it was colder than during the night. As long as it failed to warm up and the cloud cover kept the sun from penetrating, the roads would remain...treacherous.Rather than risk wrapping Mark’s SUV around a tree, I asked Abby, “You see how cloudy it is?” She glanced out through the restaurant, and through the lobby doors, where the cloudy sky blocked the day from becoming sunny, and nodded. “The roads will not get any better until the temperature comes up and the sun warms the pavement. Do not read this story if you are sensitive to such events.**********No matter how many times we try to talk some sense into her, and nomatter how many times he beats her, she still goes back to him. I'llnever understand what it is that keeps drawing her to him. And so it isagain, that Heather has some new and obvious bruises when I see her atAlice's house for our weekly gathering.Heather used to join us every week, as we watched our weekly dramaseries and shared in good food and drink.... It was all amazingly sensitive. We put mynew equipment on a steady diet of dildos and the occasional she-cock whenAnne was in the mood.One particularly special night, we were sitting on the couch, mostlynaked, toying with each others ringed tits as we watched that very samevideo that had started it all. I looked over at Anne, and wondered aloud"What would have happened if you had never lost that WIFI password, Iwonder?" Anne shivered, and hugged me closer. "Oh, I dunno. I guess Iwould have. .Oooohhhhh.” And as her breathing became more and more intense her thoughts helplessly unlocked that memory from a camping holiday in France in 1986 when she was just f******n: “Hold her arms girls!…..someone pull her panties off!……..let’s see how she likes this inside her! Snotty little cow!…….pull her nightie up and squeeze those tits for her…..You like it Jill? Are you gonna cum for us all? ………just wait til you get the real thing…. Look how wet her little cunt is getting! Whose turn is it.