That’s too personal. Leave it at ‘I don’t like to ski,’ and that’ll be good.’ I’m pretty sure I blushed at that. As I was trying to rega...n my bearings, he took my hand. ‘Come on. I want to do something I haven’t done in ages.’ He led me outside onto the lodge’s veranda. It was cold outside, but he didn’t seem to notice. I didn’t notice much either. His presence seemed to be a warm spot in the world. We walked to the back side of the building. The snow around the lodge was well trampled, but you. There was no alarm on their part by my presence and they seemed to enjoy me among them with all my exposed skin. It made me even more aware than normal how naked I was and enjoying being so with a very aroused penis which I had to guide to make sure that it didn’t get too bent with the incoming traffic.Suddenly I was glad to be milking regardless of my earlier fears. And that just had to be astonishing thinking on my part because I’d just recently arrived at the dairy with a regular penis that. Unnhhuhh, damn William, please man, don't be brutish, let me get used to your size...' William grunted '...your ass better get used to my dick quickly, I'm ready to fuck like the bitch I want you to be...' With out another word William gripped my shoulders in his hands and rammed his squat fat penis as deep as it would go, till his pubic was pressed deep into my widely stretched my butt crack. The tears were leaking from my eyes as William continued to rut and grind deep into my butt. My body. "Now," Jack said, his voice hardening, "we're gonna get rough."Sister Mary Katherine jerked her head around, her teeth gripping the rubber wedge as she watched those needles pulsing once again behind the volume indicator. Jack was fiddling with the power knob and once again the itchy, warming sensation washed through her body. Sister Mary Katherine squirmed, her butt hanging down from the bench, her fingers curling back.Rivulets of perspiration trickled from under her arms, streaking the flesh.