=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Walking to the croft, his gait bounced in sturdy hiking boots. Around us, the autumnal scent of decay, and the detritus of...early leaf fall.Talking relentlessly, James heaved for breath in-between quick words.“Erica, I dreamt about you last night.”“You did,” I paused, “Was it a nice dream?”“Uh-huh.”Looking at him, I sensed his embarrassment, “Of course it was.”He kissed me that night and in my room, I fucked the taciturn out of him. My carnal knowledge consumed him. More than anything, it was an attitude she had which enabled her to exude an aura of just about anything she wanted. Tonight, she wanted pure glamour... pure beauty... pure sex. And this she achieved with ease. For one thing, her long diaphanous gown swept from her shoulders to the floor in a scintillating gold and white rush of material, caught up at one splendidly creamy shoulder by a diamond brooch that seemed to be all that was holding the whole thing up. Not that it mattered whether it was. " I say to him."Jackie, I want to fist you. I want to fist your ass! I want to grease my hand and arm and shove it up inside your hot little ass." Michael moans. Ummm... seems he has other ideas!!!Oh God! The thought of that drives me crazy. I need more. "Michael, I'm getting up onto my knees, my legs are spread wide. I have my favorite toy, a vibrating, double dildo that I call "Big Jim." I'm going to use it to fuck my pussy AND my ass, while you tell me about fisting me."And as I say this, I. I grasped the intent immediately seeing that they were makeshift snowshoes to allow the wearer to move over snow-laden terrain.We could see the snow up on the mountain with our naked eyes.I remembered freezing my ass off in a place just north of the 38th parallel and often landing on my back with the weight of my backpack. Trying to stand up became a losing proposition what with the snow and the ice. I suspected we were in for a taste of that right here in the good old USA.Our unit normally.