Now, Vail is cold, and for the first time I went looking for my sleeping bag, having opted for the little blanket I got on the train (that fit in my d...ffel bag so conveniently) all the previous nights on trains and busses. But now I was expected to sleep on a cold wood floor in a barely heated gym high above the continental divide! This night I wanted my sleeping bag! Of course (you guessed it) – no sleeping bag. This is what happens when you trust your Mother to pack, and your Father to put. Today I would make use of that marvelous ability.Lubing and stretching were easily accomplished. Then, when I touched the tip of my cock to her rosebud she pushed out, welcoming my cock into her body. It was something she had trained her body to do as if it was automatic and natural. This time I pushed my cock against her hole, but I only used a little force. So only part of my cockhead went in. Of course she pushed out again; I applied a bit of force and a bit more cock went in. By repeating. "Snow gulped, nervous about having her father's large cock inside her tight ass. "Get on your hands and knees."She did. But he didn't come up behind her straight away. Instead he went into the tack room and came out with a bottle of oil. He poured some in his hand and then covered his cock with the glistening liquid. She watched, curious. He bent down behind her and instead of feeling his cock, she felt his tongue. He began to lick and suck on her puckered brown ass hole. Despite herself, it. I“Hello, Women’s Private Gym, this is Anita, how may I help you?” “Uh, my name is Sushma and I saw your ad in the underground paper and was thinking about maybe joining, could you please tell me a little bit about it, I mean the cost and everything!?!” “Well, Sushma,” Anita replied smoothly, “our gym has very competitive rates with other gyms in the area, but with one big exception, we don’t have any men to interrupt and bother us, so you can more or less let your hair down and get your work.