How my skies had been better than theirs. Shit, I had spent almost the whole day before the first competition TESTING my pairs of skies together with ...y girlfriend who was one of the skiing competitors here. Which was another reason to complain - as she was a foreigner. From a different team - and I was probably there selling OUR secrets to them. Oh crap - I just ignored them and agreed to jump first. Like I had a choice.While in the first competition we had jumped from the normal - K90 - hill,. Hard work, scouring with a toothbrush. Rinsing, scouring again, rinsing, until my hands turn from pink to red and my arms and back pound with pain. I plan carefully. The water and air temperature must be just right. The bath oils perfectly matched with scents and bubbles. I light candles. Soft music. Warm a cozy, fluffy towel. I want to give you perfect pleasure. No demands. Unconditional love. You will be completely relaxed and ready, ready to be swept into the strong masculine arms of your. When is you girl friend coming back?"Damn, I'm ready to 'wake up' and fuck the shit out of Molly.Then she gently moved my head saying, "OK big boy, wake up I gotta pee."While she peed, I lay there thinking about what she had said. We were solidly into the first step of what I'd come to think of as my Molly makeover program. New clothes, clean trimmed hair, and a solid long lasting post orgasmic glow had improved Molly's attitude tremendously. Step two is a job. Step three is moving Molly out of. We had a round table for five and there was a couple near us having dinner together. At first I thought she was an escort or something. She was a bbw with a short dress showing a lot of cleavage. Her make up was tarty and as she looked over at me I could see that she had the kind of lips that were make for sucking cock.Her partner had his back to us but kept looking over his shoulder at me when she said things. It was difficult to read him at first as he didn't look pleased but she was.