The snowstorm had subsided, but now it was raining lightly. I looked at the enormous wilderness of white snow spread in front of me. Everything covere... with a thick coat of snow. I knew it would be trickier to clear the roads, as the rain will convert the soft snow into hard heavy ice making it difficult to handle.I could guess it would not be possible for me to return tomorrow, and I was trapped here. But I rather felt elated. I knew, although it was Christmas, nobody would be able to visit us. It would be well over one hundred years before I was around. She'd be dead and buried by then.As I held her close, I felt the carriage start moving. The driver turned and informed me that other carriages were leaving and we were going to go also. It was now after 11 o'clock, so we'd been sitting and waiting for almost a half hour. Rebecca's tears had receded, but she still sobbed occasionally. I wasn't affected nearly as much. He was her President, after all, not mine.We were getting quite cozy. ” Mirroring her reaction, I slowly started grinding my hips. “Sweetheart,” she whispered, “I know how much you love our foreplay, but I really need you in me, now. Can we skip it for now? I promise I’ll make it up to you.” “Babe, whatever you want is okay by me.” “What I want is for you to make love to me. I need to feel you cumming inside me; now.” I got back to my knees, and turned her so that she was facing away. Resting her shoulders on a pillow, she spread her legs and raised her. With Abby's face just a foot or so from my lap, I continued my show, flexing my cock several times, enlarging the head each time as it swelled with blood. Each time I squeezed my cock, it moved noticeably in my shorts. Abby hit her remote a few times and some very erotic and sultry slow music began to play. It had some magical mystical surreal quality. She let out a low primal groan as she circled the chair, her hand dragging on me as she started her dance. Her body was lean and muscular and.