He'd eaten a hot meal, soup and beans and franks with a slice of homemade bread, and was sipping his second cup of hot tea and honey. He'd planned to ...stay overnight and would resume his ski trek after an early breakfast of bacon, eggs, and biscuits. He had not brought his rifle on this trek. Winter was a hard time for animals, small and large, and he had no wish to kill anything needlessly. Deer, snowshoe hares, grouse, ravens, weasels (called ermine in their winter black-tipped white coats). My hard on poked her on her now wide open pussy. She held me close and reached out for my dick and pulled it out of my boxers and started rubbing it, making him grow even bigger.I just slid my hands into her robes and popped out her right boobs, held it at its base and started sucking as if it was a ripe mango…ripe mango it was alright. I first licked around her nipples tracing her areola’s base licking them from the outside and all the way around as I worked up my way to the tip where I bit it. My second wife caught me fuckin’ her brotha. He was femme as hell. Nice ass,” Larry replied.“Oh, my!,” Tiffy expressed shock.“Yeah! I’d be fuckin’ his ass every time she was gone cause he stayed wit’ us.”“That’s so hot! When was the last time you fucked a faggot?”“Bout two weeks.”“Nice. Who was it?”“Big butt chocolate fag, dat work at da lounge I co-own.”“Wow! I had no idea you were a business owner.”“Yeah! It’s me, one uh mah brothas and two uh mah cousins. You oughta come by Saturday. You keep me in that dazed, pleasure-bound state , as your hand goes under my panties. You smile as you feel me, gently rubbing my clit and going lower inserting your fingers into my wet pussy. Moaning, I arch my back to intensify the sensations, while whispering in your ear “ Don’t stop! Faster! “. You increase the rhythm, fingering me harder until you feel me cum. I feel every muscle, in perfect spasm…perfect…Pulling my hair downwards, you bite my breasts and slowly push me on my knees. Your.