It’s cold and I wrap myself deeper into the coat I am wearing, feeling the soft fur sweep across my cheeks. My boots are wet through but I can see t...e cabin up ahead. There it will be warm. As I open the door I feel the warmth of the fire wash across my frozen skin. I collapse into the chair and relieve myself of my wet clothes. Slowly peeling them off to dry myself out. As I sit there with the heat of the fire on my bare skin I can hear the wind blowing outside and I know I am alone on the. If it were like one of his sister's parties, he knew he would catch an eyeball or two of skin, and it should be because his little sister was on the team and at the party.He sneaked down the alley to the one story home that Stacey shared with her widower father and found a good window to look into their family room. Again if this party were like his little sister's, that would be where the girls would be. Looking into the large window, Moe found, much to his delight, that it was not in the. Her breasts were full and firm, with delicate pink nipples perched at their tips that pouted and begged for his touch. Her stomach was flat and her waist was impossibly tiny before it flared into well-curved hips. Her bottom was smooth perfection, the globes sensuously full for one so slender, and her legs were long and wonderfully shaped. His eyes traversed their length and returned to settle on the triangular thatch of black hair at their apex. When he met her gaze again, raw desire smoldered. He returned to his original position behind her. He took his time admiring her young, tight ass and the smooth skin before he pulled the matching black lace thong down over her thighs, down her knees and finally completely off of her. Immediately after her thong was off of her, he moved closer, rubbing his hand up and down her pussy, occasionally brushing one of his fingers on her clit as he moved forward and back. Marissa couldn't hold back much longer. She slipped again. And he knew what he.