She was cumming. She started to shout the word ‘fuck’ over and over. Her screams slowly subsided and her grip on my head finally relaxed. I looked...up at her, my face soaked with her juices. Her eyes were lidded and she had the sweetest smile on her face, looking down at me. She stroked my hair and didn’t say anything. Slowly, she slid down the length of the tree and folded herself into me. Some snow had settled onto our ground quilt but we were both impervious now to the elements. Both our. She flipped back her hair, and she said to continue. I'm thinking that was a gesture of her accepting me looking at her. We talked for a moment more, then I went back to my tasks.Weeks go by, we got to talking about relationships, Auburn knew my wife was terminal, she apologized for reaching too far, but Auburn then said she might need a ride home tonight, because there was to be a snow storm and his car wasn't working. I said sure, and went about finishing my night tasks. Unfortunately, she. Pierre LaMont. He had baptized Eric when he was a small baby. He had snow white hair, a long aristocratic nose and high thin cheeks. He brought with him a little maid to help Franchesca dress and get ready for her wedding day. She was blonde and plump with rosy cheeks and twinkling blue eyes.Franchesca slept late this morning as did Eric. The Reverend and the little maid had arrived late the night before and were each in their perspective rooms. They all dressed for the busy day ahead and met. Before she could do much else though Rod and two,other men had grabbed her and as Rod held her arms and covered her mouth to stop her crying out they quickly removed her clothing till she was totally bare arsed naked! The others were nearly naked, a few females still wore bras or knickers, but they would soon go as Rod spread Sarah,s legs and began to finger Her dripping twat, no one concerned now she was openly cooperating with the men, her hands filled with hard cocks, her eyes glued to Rods,.