Helen decided three layers of clothing, a sleeping bag, and a raging blizzard would feature in all her fantasies forever more.
Tommy's breath was short as she and Al began to squeeze Tommy’s erection through his pants. At first he didn’t move — his lips and the rest of his body rigid. But soon softened, his kisses growing hungry, and his left arm, which had been resting on her ribs begin to slide down. At first, she hope he was aiming to slid his hand under her coat to play with her down-encased bosoms. But no — even better. He returned her favor, letting his fingers push up and back over the seam of her own jeans.
It felt glorious.
A hand slid up under her coat from her hip to her breast. Al’s. He cupped her tit through the shirt, through the bra and her n*****s, already aching, began
