Michael pulled down the drive, and headed out of town. The motor vibrating her pussy lips on the back of him, against his jeans. It was erotic. She co...ld feel her pussy getting wetter. She thought that she might leave a wet mark on the seat. She closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. Feeling everything. The rigid muscles under her hands around his middle. The wind whipping at her. Feelings its breezed between her legs. She tightened her legs against his thighs. It was becoming to much to. And now, au revoir!"Viola watched as they went out and started walking towards the wood, two tall and strong girls, both with battle scarred bodies and both naked in the bitter cold, their feet leaving perfect imprints on the snow as they crunched through it to their lone duel behind the trees. She wondered who would walk back and who would be carried. She feared for Clementine up against Amanda. Clemmy looked fantastic, of course, with her muscular body which four years of torment had not. ‘How would you feel about shedding your soaked clothes while I wash and dry them. We can both just wrap up in some beach towels while we have some hot oatmeal and a cup of coffee and continue our conversation. She was thinking that she would sure like to touch him again or better yet, see his penis, but she had so little experience with men she wouldn’t know how to even begin. The rain continued to beat down on the slate roof creating a rhythm like drums beating in the distance. Finally, after. All she feels, all she thinks of, all she is centers around his cock and the sensations it is giving her. Nothing else matters, nothing else exists right now. After 30 seconds or so, he slowly withdraws from her, pulling back until just his head is still inside. Reversing, he glides back inside. Her hands leave his shoulders and travel down his back. He pulls back out again, then plunges back in. She can feel her own juices, displaced by his meat, running down her ass. If logic was present, she.