.then she began to rub and roll over my clitty hood with her index and middle fingers.....oh fuuuuuucccckkkkk,is that good!!!! So here we were,both of... our left hands finger fucking the other's sopping pussy..while our right hands rubbed at our own..oh my god,i was now grinding down on to her hand and my hips were thrusting hard.Sorry for my graphic language but by this stage things were so fucking hot,i was as fucking wet as I have ever been in my life and feelings I had only experienced with. 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). Beautiful, like an avalanche, but terrible, knowing I was standing helpless in its path.That woman, who I needed to stop loving, was blatantly betraying me, rubbing my face in it, daring me to just leave her.And I probably would if I just had the cash.I could sell my car; god, I loved that car, but it was a time for letting go of existing loves.Ralph got up, pulling his wet cock from Kelly’s mouth, and pushed her onto her hands and knees on the living room carpet. He massaged her tight brown. Linda was still in the shower and I was drying off when the door bell rang. I pulled on my pants and threw on my shirt and answered the door, looking very much like I had just been laid, much to the stifled amusement of the waiter with the food. We enjoyed dinner and the wine, relaxed, figured out how much time we had left together, and set to thinking about how we would fill that time. “Interested in trying something a little different?” She coyly asked. “I’m listening,” I told her, my cock.