Every woman gets approached by men. It doesn't make any difference what she looks like. The thing is how a woman handles the situation. I let men know...up-front that I'm married and not available. I love only one man and that's you." Would you ever tell me if a man made advances toward you?" I asked."Only if I couldn't handle the situation. Would you tell me if a woman grabbed your cock?" she laughed, trying to make light of the situation."Probably not," I said. "I'm like you. I'd handle it or. A pile of pine branches was both padding and insulation for the icy sofa.I gazed into the smoldering embers of our little stove as Alice, and I huddled next to each other. For the first time since our adventure started, survival appeared to be both possible and probable. My concern now was the quality of life while we survived.We were stuck in a Godforsaken cave until either the spring thaw arrived, we were rescued, or hiked back to base. Four months of co-solitary confinement will challenge. ”She knew that he wouldn’t be home for at least an hour, so she didn’t resist when we kissed passionately.“I’m going to fuck you on the living room floor, right where everyone gathers each month. That way we’ll have secret memories.”I pushed her backward into the living room, lifted her dress, and pushed down her lace panties. After she stepped out of them, I pushed her to the floor where she laid down and watched as I dropped my pants. My cock was hard and ready as I laid down between her. " 'I'm....' 'No, you're not. You are, in fact, Stanley Aitken, 22 year old carpenter and convicted murderer, although I expect this will come as a bit of a shock.' Kendal's eyes scrutinised the woman's reaction to this news. The florescent strip lighting flickered sympathetically, allowing the prisoner freedom to quickly flick her gaze to the floor unnoticed. 'What's... going on? What's happening to me?' The fear and confusion of her predicament was growing steadily..