We need to talk.” I saw an abandoned gas station, and stopped behind it, hidden from the road. I stopped the engine and turned the lights out. “Se...th, should we call the fire department? What if the cabin has started a forest fire?” “I think that’s pretty unlikely, Tara. There’s so much snow out here that the likelihood of the fire spreading is almost nothing. The cabin will probably burn to the ground, but it’s so isolated that no one may even have spotted the fire. When someone finally does. That tough old bird was supposed to outlive us all. A massive embolism that killed him in flight, such a tragedy.” Reggie and I both knew the embolism story was bogus. Reggie knew that Harold had been killed in a gruesome and painful manner. I am not always benevolent with my punishments. But Sir Reginald had no way of knowing that I had Harold Robinson and his cronies killed. Rick Cheney didn’t know either. I am sure they both suspected, but they would each have different reasons to. Huge compared to my small bed at the Manse. We hugged, rolled, wrapped arms around each other as, somehow, my clothes disappeared. My thighs opened as she explored my body. I was so willing, wanting her to take me on another journey of ultimate pleasure.She did not disappoint, her fingers touching, then opening me, only to be replaced by her tongue. In total surrender, I moved with her loving tongue, my body in rhythmic response to her talented probing.My passions rising and rising, not wanting. Stacey and I had been dating for 4 months and it had taken me only 2 days to get into her knickers !Her parents worked shifts so weren't around much at night so we usually fucked our brains out then even though her brother would be in playing on his console .I got on well with Carl, we had much in common, gaming ,girls , cars and similar interests in porn ( we both loved amateur porn ). The three of us spent many hours at pubs and clubs , trying to get Carl laid ! I had no idea he had a Bi side.