As we headed outside I remember my eyes catching sight of the barometer that hung by the front door, it read -7C, 'Too cold for snow', someone remarke..., perhaps that's why I looked at it, but as I stepped into the freezing air, I began to regret just wearing a single layer of wool, beneath my school duffle coat, itself a heavy woolen cover, but it offered no protection to the biting wind, especially as it rose up between my long legs and and found the bare parts atop my woolen stockings, my. I have no recollection of removing my own pants. None. I have no idea how it happened, except that it had to have been my own doing, because she didn't move, other than to pump her loins at me.Usually, the first time a man and woman do something like this together, there is some amount of hesitancy. They aren't quite sure how to proceed, because neither is sure what the other is going to do. There is most often some fumbling as they work through that initial hesitancy and nervousness, until. Her arms wrapped around me and her lips kissed my back and shoulder.The mystery woman could only be Mindy, Margo, or Taylor. By process of elimination it wasn’t Margo; she was too short to be able to kiss me where this woman had. I’d seen Mindy fucking Kyle only moments before, and she was unlikely to move so quickly from one activity to another although she did like to change partners.Over my shoulder I said, “Thank you, Taylor.”“I love you,” she said in reply.“And I love you,” I told her.. No touching, no fraternising and no drinking.It was fun, and quite a turn-on galivanting around in skimpy clothes, being assessed by the horny punters, and getting tips out of all proportion to the pay. Kat and I found ways after work in the early hours to unwind and help us sleep. I'll leave that to your imagination as I have so much more to tell you.It was almost time to go home, and I had finished work the day before, but Kat had one more duty to go. I decided that having spent all summer as.