“Oh god,” she moaned, “oh my god. I’m cumming!” Her body shook and trembled, and she buried her hands in the blonde’s hair. Still, her eye...s never left me. They swapped position. Watching her make love to the stranger was even crueler. But again, I couldn’t extricate myself from the lust that saturated the air, and I watched on, nipples hard like steel and my pussy leaking on the glass table, while she brought the blonde to the edge and held her there with small, teasing nibbles on her pussy. Leaning to kiss her forehead, I continued: "Zoey committed suicide, and it took me a long time to get past the feeling that I was, in some way, responsible.Winter embraced me sweetly, sobbing softly and said in a loving voice, "I'm sure it wasn't your fault, babe." Not my fault?" I repeated incredulously. "In her suicide note, she wrote I was solely responsible...see for yourself. She even underlined my name three times!"Then handing her another sheet, this one laminated for some fucked up. I know it doesn't sound like much, but we made seven miles that day, and I felt every pebble along the way. Jim had found a little stream for us to camp beside, so we spent the night there and left the next morning for the road.When we reached the road, the two boys spent the rest of the day setting up a permanent camp for Jack and me. It wasn't an elite hotel, but it sure beat bumping along on that travois. The next morning as soon as there was enough light, Jim took off for home with both. He pressed,pinched & sucked my boobs & I just let him have it.We were doing this for about 30 minutes & I told him that It’s enough & soon he will have my entire body.After that I closed the buttons & came out finished my job for the day & went home & was really looking forward to getting screwed by him.After couple of days he called me & told me that his wife & son are going to Lucknow for a week & during that time he wants to take me to his home & fuck me & I said OK.One day I was in the.