Then I asked how he could possibly know. His reply? Before I give it, though, I should give you some background on my father. Although now a senior ex...cutive of Swiss Bank Corporation, earlier in his life he was one of my country's finest skiers."After all, the popular ski events such as the slalom, the giant slalom and the downhill are collectively called Alpine events. Since most of the Alps are in Switzerland, it is only fair that the Swiss produce fine skiers ... and we do. At any rate, my. In the morning and I was out with my luggage as soon it was possible.There she stood wearing a leather jacket and her hair flowing free, curling around her face, a bright gleam in her eye. I rushed towards her as we hugged and kissed, moving towards the parking area. I loaded all my bags into the car and sat in the passenger seat as she started driving the car.We kissed every now and then as I slipped my hands between her legs. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing anything under the long jacket. ”Pauline licks and sucks each of her nipples in turn as I watch Sarah soaking up the sexual pleasure. Pauline slides her body down along Sarah’s until her tongue touches Sarah’s cunt lips. She is tense and very aroused as she moans, “Oh fuck, so good, so fucking good.”Sarah and I are passionately tongue kissing as she soaks up the pleasure of Pauline’s tongue licking her cunt lips.“So good, so fucking good, so fucking good,” Sarah is moaning standing with her legs spread, resting on the edge of. The muscles in her neck corded with tension. Their hips were a blur of motion as the energy between them continued to build."More, dammit, more," she called to him from between her clenched teeth.He complied."Oh God!" one of them cried as one final burst of electricity surged through them and both exploded in orgasm. The world turned utterly white for a moment as if Hunter had left this reality. Gradually his sight returned and resolved back into the image of a sweaty, panting young woman.