" She stood, and stretched in a motion that showed off the exquisite lines of her body."Okay, suits me fine, when you're the one freezing your ass off...out here tonight." I stood as well, heading for the front door."Ok, twist my arm." She sighed.I opened the door, and ushered her out of the house into the bright light of the day. We walked down off the porch, and headed around the side of the house to a large, tarp-covered woodpile.With Helen's help, I removed the damp fabric, causing a slight. There was no query why it wasn’t me, even though she knew. Pat was just enjoying this feeling she was being given. Her body was already undulating.Trish let the ice slowly drip down Pat’s body and then followed the drips with her hot tongue till she reached Pat’s breasts. Taking a new ice cube she held it hard against Pat’s already hardened nipple. It was only for a matter of seconds but Pat’s body lifted into the air as Trish replaced that ice cold with her hot mouth.I was fighting to stay. The up and down dangling of several billion dollars was wearing on him, but he desperately needed to fund his "retirement" account in some island nation.By the time Saudi oil production had undercut the world market so deeply that Russia couldn't keep a single oil well working, we had him over a barrel – pun intended. The price pressure of thirty-eight dollar a barrel oil had Russia facing massive unemployment, food riots throughout the country, and a furious ruling party, that wanted someone. “She reminds me a bit of an old girlfriend of mine who spent years doing her damnedest to go straight – you know, getting married, having kids, the whole bloody nine yards – before finally accepting that she wasn’t straight at all, that she wasn’t even bi. Bit of a shock for hubby, bit of an upheaval all round, but once she faced and embraced what she was, there was no holding her. Her only regret was that she hadn’t been honest with herself about her own sexuality back in her teens and that.