We smoke the leftovers of a bowl from the day before(I was out of pot) and proceed to the therapy room. I still wanted a massage because my back was s...ore. She begins working on my back and we have our typical sexual small talk when she asks me how do I want my blow job. "It doesn't matter to me" I replied. She than lowers the sheet exposing my rock hard cock. She than climbs onto the massage table and expertly begins to suck on my cock. Knowing she likes it rough I proceed to grab the back of. Even with their shelter and fire and bundling up so heavily in thick winter clothes and cloaks and furs and blankets, not to mention sharing body heat, the cold crept through, insidious and patient and unstoppable. The temperature made their blood sluggish in their veins, and the gale blew violent enough that had they been walking the pass, exposed, it probably could have ripped them right off the side of the mountain. Well, ripped her off, anyway. “They say the storms in IceMarch Pass are an. Her head drops into the white silky crotch below her and she groans and moans as his tongue flicks repeatedly across her clitoris. As her orgasm erupts she takes him in her mouth, her face a picture of ecstasy with eyes tightly shut and her nostrils flaring as she sucks in as much air as she can. Her hips start to move more slowly as her orgasm passes but she continues grinding and pushing her cunt into his face.After a while, she composes herself and stands up again. She slowly pulls her. I shuddered, my dick swelling almost fully hard.“Yes, yes, yes!” Renee moaned. “That's so good. Oh, Linda!”“Mmm, drown our sister,” Clancy groaned, sounding so excited at the prospect.“I am,” groaned Renee. “I'm drowning her. I'm dumping so much cream down her mouth. She's gulping it all down.”“Good,” I panted.“Yes,” Ashley moaned. “That's so good.” She let out a throaty moan. “I love Nancy's pussy.”“Mmm, Mom is a pussyhound for my cunt, Daddy,” Nancy purred. “She just loves it.”“I do,” groaned.