She knew the guilt would inevitably come, but at least she could put it off for a while. Back in the bedroom, Anne searched her underwear drawer for a...clean pair of panties. At first she could find nothing suitable, all her lingerie seemed much too sexy, she needed to wear something less provocative. Anne had to kneel to reach the back of the drawer, and as she did so her towel fell away. She was still overheated from her session in the shower, and the feel of the cool air on her hot skin was. She kept slamming down on me as I pushed up to meet her. Her slamming and me pushing. No tender mercies just pure animal lust. As I was nearing my orgasm, and her breathing was becoming ragged cueing her own impending big "O", I started hearing a buzzing in my ears. I started thinking, was the cold getting to me and causing me to hallucinate? Maybe having sex in the snow wasn't the smartest thing? But I sure wasn't going to stop!! As we kept going the buzzing got louder, making me wonder. Karen, although she had no proper training, seemed highly knowledgeable regarding computer hardware and well grounded in most of the general software on current release. I forgot to ask what her official job was but got the impression that she was a general gofer. She was more than happy to muck in as I tried to follow some of the cabling into the dirty and dark recesses of the old building, and all the similar places cables get routed. She was wearing quite a short skirt so I couldn't help but. The living room was spacious with a large ceiling fan quietly churning the warm beach air. There was a large screen TV mounted on the wall. A leather sofa and love seat were the main furnishings. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. I snuck a peek into the refrigerator."Ah, Guinness. You remembered."I grabbed a brew from the fridge and popped it open. Ilene then grabbed my hand. "Follow me," she cooed.Ilene led me into the bedroom. The large four-post bed was reflected in the.