Her labia were soaked; she was even wetter than usual, and I thought the story must really have her under its spell. I easily slid two fingers into he..., and rubbed my thumb over her clit as the fingers reached their limit. She let out another moan and finally connected with reality, looking down at me, her eyes wide with surprise, and smoky with lust."So, someone's not letting you come? I don't think you really want to come, or you would have done it. I think you like being held off. I think we. It started as a normal encounter. Good and hard as we enjoyed to do, but it changed. He knows what I like and he wanted to please me. He pinned my arms down. Held them hard and told me I would take it and like it. Holding my arms with one hand his other went round my throat. He tightened his grip round my neck, it became nearly impossible to breath. All I could do was give into it and feel the rising pleasure as he continued to fuck me hard. I slipped closer to u*********sness, but he knew how. So the game went on, at one point I was grabbed and kissed forcefully, a pair of hands wandered down my back then slide round to my groin and froze as they took hold of my hard cock. When the hands began to wank me I reached out to return the caress and it was my turn to freeze for instead of a pussy I found myself grasping a cock, the owner of which was happily wanking me while I came to grips with the situation. I surprised myself by finding that I was enjoying this man's touch and began to. Then we went dancing at the Aspen Inn where she was working as a maid. After dancing the night away, Sherry 2 and I got into an argument. She was flirting with a handsome exercise trainer at the inn and wanted to stay with him in town and I was feeling like a third wheel and jealous! I wanted to go back to the cabin. Since it was her car, I was stuck in town. I decided to walk back to the cabin, just a little walk in the snow. Being a city boy, I didn’t know that walking ten miles, in twenty.