There is nothing better than the smells of winter: nutmeg, cinnamon, oranges and cloves, and of course, roasted chestnuts whenever Mom was well enough...to make them. Nothing except, maybe, the feel of steam warming your numb cheeks and the taste of warm apple cider, so sweet it rejuvenated your soul. The only thing that detracts from the joys of winter is the damn cold, it is ever waiting to wrap you in its tendrils until all the life is choked out of you.Jace and I had walked around the block. Her voice was tinged with anxiety."She's staying at Terry's tonight," Mick told her."Ah!," she nodded. She hovered as if having more to ask and Mick paused. "Mick?" she said, finally, "you're, ah, not leaving us, are you?" Us?" he grinned, wryly, "as in you, Michelle and Emily?" You don't want me here?" she asked, almost as a statement of fact."You can stay," he shrugged, as if it made little difference, "if you want to, of course." You jealous?" Frankly," he sucked in his breath, "frankly, I. I slowly fell back and spread my legs and Master Max buried his face into my pussy. He licked and mischievously bit my clit making me melt in pleasure. After he was contented he parted my pussy lips and pushed his small dick into my vagina. He moaned in pleasure and said,”aaaa it feels really great deep inside you. As he started to fuck me faster he lasted no longer than 30 seconds and he cummed into my pussy. I experience zero pleasure anyhow I was contented in satisfying Master Max. Then he. He too reiterated for all of us to relax and enjoy the encounter, hoping the outcome will enhance their ongoing intimacy. The couple secured a hotel room not far from the restaurant where we were finishing dinner. I followed their car to the hotel parking lot, parking a bit away from their vehicle. After exiting my car, I came around next to the couple and followed them into the room they had secured. The wife’s beautiful red hair flowed down past her neck and over her shoulders. Her eyes.