It was pure ecstasy feeling two distinct sensations, feeling both of them suck on a side of my cock. Watching them both take my member deep into their...mouths almost in a rhythmic symphony. One right after the other, I could have come right then and there and been completely satisfied. It wasn’t long before I felt Stephanie back on my balls, licking both of them thoroughly, putting one and then the other into her mouth as she sucked, while Crystal continued to massage the tip of my member with. Maureen had always been a 'presence' in our group. Noticed, but not ever rising above the noise. Quiet, competent, capable, but not ever floating high enough to get caught up in the swirl of the group's usual boister.The first time I'd tried to establish a connection with her was a spring ski weekend, just a few months ago. We were standing on the Emigrant bowl cornice lip above Shirley Lake at Squaw Valley. Five of us, our ski tips poking out into the air above the Funnel as we contemplated. We picked up more drink from a shop between the Brit and Derek's. I know a currentTyseleyan will read this, this was Bhatia Wines, it's still there. We got to Dereks and were seated, and the food was brought out in moments, it was aparticularly fiery brew, fuelled by Scotch Bonnet peppers, so it had to be washed downwith liberal amounts of cold wine. Lyn was supposed to be driving, but she'd had a bit to drink by now. After we'd eaten, Kevin and I took a seat on the sofa in the front bay. I shyly walked with him inside, wondering MY GOD is this really happening? Am I really in another state, with someone I’ve never met before in my life, knowing full well we’ll be in the sack by midnight? God damn what a rush. It only built more as the day went by, then finally the time came. He looked at me, his voice – ever so smooth and calming – seduced my senses with just three words. Those words sent our orchestra into full blown volume, each note, each remote hint of that glorious.