Much!" I gasped. My heart was flying, and he kept pumping. Isaw his face in a warped-glass haze, and I recognized that look. The tipsof my tits presse... into him as hard as I could as he released and pulledme hard to him, his hips spasming and the heat of my pussy feeling thewarmth of his seed shooting into me.He panicked and pulled out as fast as he could, the cum hitting my tannedbelly and belly piercing, then warming the space between my tits. Hehovered over me taking deep, exhausted breaths,. One wall was practically missing, and the remains of tree roots, long-dead from the harshness of the climate, clung to the remaining walls and trailed across the floor. The sound of the howling wind was muffled in here, and it felt eerily quiet. She could clearly hear her breath for the first time in days, and her heartbeat.It took only a moment to locate the trapdoor and clear away the brittle roots enough to open it. She changed her boots yet again, from ice-ready blades to tough climbing. When I extended my hand in greeting both burst out laughing. “Fuck that,” BG exclaimed, “We don’t shake hands” before embracing me in a man hug. My hug from Torque soon followed.I took to both of them instantly. BG (Big Guy) was an over six-foot-six-tall and weighed two hundred and sixty pounds. He had a handsome chubby face with naughty eyes. Torque was more serious looking, with an open hanging mouth that made him look slightly dopey. Later I would learn that there was nothing stupid about. We laid together that way several minutes before I realized how late it was getting. I had a shift coming up and I wanted to say "goodbye" to my family.Over the next few months, my errands to help Lindsey became a more or less regular occurrence. Liz and I have gotten used to Lindsey calling for me to "fix something". Even though she said it didn't bother her, every time Lindsey called Liz would slap my ass and say something like, "Your other wife is calling, You slut," or a similarly.