Bursts of wind caused Helen's log cabin to creak and crack indicating that the winter storm continued. She was snowbound, the two-mile road out to the...mine site blocked by drifting snow. Blizzard conditions would most likely play out through the day before a cold front would move in to bring plunging temperatures and sunny skies. It was the way of the north in late January, from mild and snowy to whiteout conditions to plunging temperatures and brilliant sunny skies, the cycle unending. But her. She has turned from a neighborhood aunt to a friend.My visits to her place had increased now. She even asked me to give her some porn clips. I was shell-shocked. But as we were friends, I gave her some clips. She was very happy with me.Meanwhile, as I was a regular reader of stories on ISS I started imagining stuff. I started looking at Aunty from a different point to view. I used to observe her. Imagine spanking her and fucking her from behind. I used to imagine pleasuring her by sucking her. He knew I meant business and reacted in kind.He unzipped his side of the sleeping bag and threw it open. The cold air rushed over us. Involuntary reactions couldn’t be helped as we both shuddered slightly. He then rolled his shoulder back, tuning his body towards mine and I instinctively retracted my hips, allowing him to fall onto his back. I looked down admiringly over his full body now, that amazing solid cock in my hand, bigger and stronger than I’d ever seen it before. He followed my eyes. “Well we shall all get to see soon” commented Sofie, tapping the same embossed invitation, all the residents had received a couple of months earlier, sitting on the table to a garden party at number 9 that coming Saturday from “The Jackson Family”A little after 11AM two black Range Rover cars with tinted windows cruised past and parked on the driveway at number 9. The six of them sat in silence staring at the cars, awaiting the first glimpse of the Jackson’s. The silence was broken by several.