She fought back a tiny moan and settled for exhaling. They stood, watching each other, breathing together, until Susan took Dalias hand in hers, turni...ng to walk away. Dalia followed, afraid of where Susan was leading her. Afraid not to go.They followed the hallway down, turning into Susans bedroom. The scream of the air conditioner, barely covered their soft breathing. Dalia felt the coolness on her skin. Uncertain what raised the tiny goosebumps. Susan stopped… turning to face her. Her tongue. “Yeah, I know what you’re saying. All men like it. Lot’s of girls love doing it.” And then he finally said it. “Even I love having it done,” he told her while looking right at her. She saw his smile and then she wondered. Both were turned sideways, facing each other, but her eyes were focused on his crotch. He saw them too. She looked at it with an appeal of sorts in her eyes but then she looked up into his eyes. Not seeing that he was paying any attention to her she looked back down at his. When they neared the treeline, the snow on the south side was deep at first, then when they’d closed to within thirty to forty feet, the snow was only a few inches deep.“Damn, look at all these tracks. There must be fifty or more of them here to make this many tracks!” Pike said as they looked at the tracks in the shallow snow.“Eli, I see a place up ahead that looks like an old beaver dam built across the slough. Not many trees still standing close on either side of it either,” Ezra told. Then the tone changed. His hands lightened on me. His touch was more caressing, less aggressive. Using his mouth, he trailed kisses over my inner thighs, moving from one thigh to the other. His kisses moved closer and closer to my pussy but he never touched it. Instead, his hands and his mouth caressed my skin. As his lips touched my inner thighs, his hands stroked down the back of my legs. Nearly whimpering, I tried to lower my mound to his mouth. He moved away from me, leaving me empty..