I didn't want to run the chance of embarrassing myself.Carla came out in her tight underwear. While she was picking out some ski pants I glanced at he... crotch. The material had tucked itself into her vaginal crease, giving her a pretty little cameltoe. I tore my eyes away, glad I'd added the baggy sweats.We went down to breakfast. After eating we got dressed and spent the day skiing and just enjoying each other's company. Carla told me about her work while we took breaks during the day. The. I didn't even look at her, but I heard her protesting against his "advances", which he reacted to by raising his fist...I lunged into him from the side and pushed him off of her. She collapsed on the floor, but I didn't have any time to go over to her. "Call the police!" - I shouted at her and then ducked the punch he threw at me. We brawled for a little while, until I managed to overpower him and press him to the same wall against which he had just been attempting to commit sexual assault.. Gradually their movements became more urgent. The caresses and kissing gave way to potent pelvises thrusting hard and rhythmically.Now their lean, muscular, gorgeously shaped backs were arching, working on their orgasms. Cum after cum after cum visibly shuddered through them as each rubbed her clit on the other’s thigh. Their senses had clearly shot into the stratosphere. It was hard to work out whether they were having a series of climaxes or one that simply refused to die for minute after. Hold on.’ He disappeared and a few minutes later, a friendly-looking man in his late thirties came out. Wiping his hands on a rag tucked into his pocket, he then washed them in a nearby sink before coming over and shaking my hand. The name embroidered on his coveralls identified him as Andrew, who I remembered to be Dom’s father by adoption. In his grease-stained work clothes, he only slightly resembled the family man I had seen in the photos on Miranda’s phone. Andrew had the signs of gray.