If they don’t have gear, and get wet and cold, I bet it’ll be worth it to have fun. Would you let that stop you?” she asked.“I get it. I somet...mes think I need to look out for everyone, but I really don’t. Thanks, Brook. I appreciate you straightening me out,” I admitted. “I remember wearing sweats over my jeans to go sledding. It helped some, but I had the best time.”“Don’t worry about it. I’ll check and make sure there are helmets. I’m sure my parents will want them for Thanksgiving,” she. They quickly followed, both of them now desperately gagging to fuck her.As they entered the bedroom, Caroline lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide open and playing with her wet pussy, glistening with her juice. “Who wants to fuck me first?” she asked.Chris looked at the neighbour and gestured towards her, saying, “Go on mate, she’s all yours.”“You sure?” he asked.“Yeah, go on, she’s desperate for it,” he said.“Ok then, you just keep yourself aroused there while I fuck the shit out of. . here," she replied meekly. I smiled and our eyes met through the gap. She glanced over her shoulder at the rear of her house before turning back to me."I'm just here to do some weeding," she said quietly."Of course," I replied."Brian is home," she stated."I'm not home alone either," I shrugged. "Just weeding the garden."She looked back at the house again before moving closer to the fence. I saw her tilt her head slightly and look at me."You don't have a shirt on," she said quietly."No, just. I was lying on my back, your head on my chest, your arm resting on my stomach. This couldn’t be, it wasn’t real. I could feel the warmth of your breasts and smell your hair just under my nose. You moved your hand up to my chest and started circling my nipple with your finger, then you traced the hair line from chest down to my waist. You looked up at me and kissed me under my chin, I smiled. Your hand continued down my stomach, and I felt it slide under the waistband of my pajamas. You.