Is the woman alone? Where is her man? Perhaps he hunts; yet no hunter would go in snow such as I see, the game is scarce and even if it can be found i... will flee when one approaches and the snow will hinder pursuit. Is it that she has no man? She is not yet so old that she cannot bear children, and she is not deformed so that men would shy from her. Her features are regular, her breasts full, her hips perhaps small but I think wide enough for giving birth.Is she barren? Even barren women find. It seemed surreal that she watched this stuff but then again, she has needs too. “Breakfast is almost ready Alex,” I heard her shout. “I’m on my way,” I shouted back. As I jumped off my bed, I had a quick look in the mirror. My short brown hair was spiking up all over the place, the bedhead look as I liked to call it. My sapphire blue eyes still had small flakes of sleep in them which I started to rub away before looking down over my chiselled abdomen. My flaccid, circumcised cock was still. This time encouraging a bigger response, her body shakes, she cannot take too much more. Her muscles convulse once more, her toes curl as the waves of pleasure reach her extremities. She cries out in a low, guttural groan that fills the house. Her stomach muscles pull the object in once more, where it pauses for a second, before moving again. She is hit by a third wave of intense energy that courses through her body. She shudders, her fingers trembling, her muscles tightening under the strain.. .at a guess, around 16 or 17 years old. “Mind if we join you?” you ask. “Of course! Make yourselves comfortable” I say. “This is my daughter Vanessa” you inform me. “Lovely to meet you Vanessa” I respond, trying to focus in the bright sun. She looks a lot like you. Similar face, similar height, similar build. Since meeting you I had not noticed her walking around. She is fairly petite at around 5’1, whereas you are a tad taller. Her breasts (whilst amazing in their.