Trees that once stood 50 feet tall where now bent over by the crushing weight of ice on their limbs. The skis they had put down just a few minutes ago...where already encased in ice. In an eerie way it looked kind of beautiful. Barry was pretty happy he had a place on the mountain and didn’t have to try driving in this. After the hard time he had up getting up here, he wasn’t looking to drive on any icy roads for quite some time. ‘Well, I guess we better get going then.’ Barry looked down at. “This jacket came from Bond Street, this skirt came from Paris, blouse from Milan” and so it went. All the time Ron watching appreciatively and surprised at what a lithe body Zena had. Firm breasted, surprisingly large and very erect nipples, tucked in waste and even a fantastic, well rounded arse for a size ten. Her last item of clothes added even further to Ron’s turn on. “Crotchless panty hose, from Sydney.”“Leave those on, and your shoes, as well” Ron instructed. “They look fantastic. I. ’ I said: ‘I knew about some of the past lives we shared before I met the Wells family.’ We went on to describe some of the psychic stuff that happened and is still happening. Yvonne went: ‘Wow.’ The conversation slowly wound down. In spite of the ‘wow’ it was clear that Yvonne still had her doubts about the psychic stuff. Ann suggested that they go back. Ann and I shared a very nice hug. Yvonne looked envious. I asked her if she would like a hug too. She came into my arms for a very wonderful. Just the memory of Brandi's hard, massive, silky thigh between hers, relentlessly mashing and crushing her pussy into rapturous spasms of nearly unbearable ecstacy, made her shiver involuntarily and get wet all over again.But she went almost two months again without having sex, except solitary sex. When Brandi's video arrived in the mail, she spent an entire week just watching it and masturbating almost continuously. It was nearly an hour long, mostly Brandi in skimpy bikinis, posing, rippling.