Linda put her hands to the back of his head.Tom remembered how big her nipples were, and how hot she got when he rubbed them. His hands came up and cu...ped her tits through her blouse.Linda felt a quick thrill and stiffened. "Don't," she said."Why not?" Tommy asked, still rubbing his palms over her tits."What almost happened the other night was a mistake." No, Linda, it wasn't a mistake, and it didn't happen because you thought your father was watching, but not because you didn't want it to. My father raised me in the forest where we hunted, trapped or collected herbs and spices. I fired my first weapon when I was five and killed a Liger when I was six. They were huge forest cats that hunted more than animals. By ten I could track anything that walked, ran or flew.By fourteen I was hunting on my own to support my father. He died before I turned eighteen and that was when war came to Alexander. I joined the foresters but they were changing and became what the army called Stalkers.. Her left hand continued down this thigh, then slid it further to cup his balls. The right hand rested on his pubic hair for a moment before she extended her thumb and pointer finger to start rubbing Harlan’s knob. He let out a grunt as blood flowed to the frigid organ. Her breath flowed across his right shoulder, then his ear, warm against the chill outside air. She thought about nibbling his earlobe, but thought the shock might jolt him right out of the car and into the snow. Linda had never. " Ella's voice drifts away. Her eyes close, focusing. Adrian pulled her down further and sat up, breathing on her neck. Losing himself to her. Her bounces came steadily, driving him into her and pushing her ever upward. Building. Building. Like a growing wave closing the distance.And then suddenly it crashed over her, sweeping her away completely. "C-coming!"Her whole body clenched and her legs began to shake, struggling suddenly to continue her motion. Her hands slipped from the support bar.