She threw herself forwards and pressed her lips against his, hard. Her hands moved quickly, ripping his plain T-shirt over his head and feeling all ov...r his chest and abs. He felt so warm, so alive. She quickly became overwhelmed with desire and knew that she needed him inside of her. She stood and unzipped his jeans, pulling out the beautiful cock that she had already felt deep inside her twice in the past day. She lifted her skirt and realised that she hadn't even put on a thong before she. I had lived through Hell, to fight again with an impossible foe, the weather. Yet that is a different tale.The first moment that I knew I was out of the cold water and knife-like wind was a hazy and sickening encounter. It was also the first, and only time, I saw my rescuer. Perhaps it was the warm fire, or snugly blankets that encased my body, the smell of thick stew cooking over the open fire, or the large flea ridden dog laying next to my head sleeping. I have no recollection why, yet I. Just..."Anne cocked her head, a little amused by my reluctance to speak openly." ... just, be a little more careful this time, okay?" Yeah."And that was it. A little afternoon resurrection, and my whole day was blown.Which, of course, brought me back to thinking about how Denise was gone from my life, and how much it had thrown me off. I can't believe I've gotten this far writing without telling you about her.As much as I dreaded those weekly sessions at first, I soon came to a realization that. It demands to be deep inside my warm body. You lift your head from its warm cradle between my thighs. Grabbing my ankles, you pull me forward on the hood until I am lying flat on my back. Using my ankles, you spread my legs wide. The view is magnificent. My feet are still adorned by my black heels. My shapely calves and thighs are accentuated by the shiny black stockings. The expanse of milky thigh above the stocking tops seems even whiter in contrast to the inky black of the stockings. And.