I grabbed around his wrist trying to signal that he was hurting me. He stopped and took his clothes off exposing his already half stiff cock. It was s...aved without a hair on it. He grabbed my shoulder and pressed me down on my knees in front of him. I had never been in this position before. I looked at his cock before nervously grabbing and pulling back on his cock exposing its purple head. His hand went around my neck and pressed me closer. I stuck out my tongue and licking the head of his. I was struggling in my mind whether to take the next step or not as I remembered her change in behaviour. My mind kept arguing on both sides:‘But it is the second time she had put her hand.’‘Maybe she is really asleep and it is involuntary.’‘Yes, but it can be voluntary too, what’s the matter with trying?’‘She is married, why would she do that?’‘Maybe she is not satisfied with her husband.’‘If that’s the case and it is knowingly done, why isn’t she taking the next step?’‘Maybe she is waiting. “Just hold on a second” Dylan said mischievously. He had ran to a large tree with a branch just close enough to Zoey’s window where as to Dylan thought he could jump in. He had only gotten up the trunk of the tree and he had started to sweat, which was surprising because of his very tone figure. After several minutes Dylan finally worked his way to Zoey’s window. He dove in to the opened window as nimble as a cat. “Are you fucking crazy?” Zoey asked him with a bitter tone. “I’m hear, aren’t I?”. The gravel road leading to the cabin was about a mile and a half long. It was a county road and the owner of the cabin had assured Roger that the county would plow the road if it snowed but it might be a few days before they got to it. There were other cabins on the gravel road. Most of the cabins had been closed up for the season. The couple of cabins that were still occupied looked like the owners were winterizing them prior to closing up for the winter.Roger pulled his SUV into the driveway.