She tilted her head back and I kissed her as my hands roamed her smooth shoulders and breasts, scraping her protruding nipples.She lifted one short sh...pely leg, and set her foot on the table. She was wearing tight pants and trainers. No makeup or girly accessories, but she didn’t need them to be utterly desirable to me.I took off her shoe, then the other. I sat opposite her and massaged her small feet, watching her expressions change as my fingers tried different strategies.I’d never noticed. The resort was about three hours away from where they lived—that three hours being under normal circumstances, not like the snow storm they found themselves in now.Peri’s 47-year old mother, Carole, was hitching a ride back to the town she lived in, about halfway between the ski resort and the city where her daughter and Spencer resided. She’d gotten a lift from a friend early in the morning and spent the day visiting her sister, who lived in the same city as Peri and Spencer, having arranged. She came in the evening with Violet and joined us for dinner. While everyone knew what had transpired, no one brought it up. She was greeted warmly, and engaged in conversation by everyone at the table. When the meal had concluded, she asked me to come out into the back garden. There she apologized for her thoughts and actions.“Davik, I am sorry for how I treated you that night. I was jealous, and angry at you for something you did not even know about. You were right that I felt spurned by. If I’m honest, I felt a small amount of panic at her nudity in such a public place. Yes, it was late a night but every few minutes a car would exit the round about and either head left away from us or circle the round-about and head past us in our lay-by.“Babe seriously?” I stammered as I watch her tiny body slinking towards me.“Don't be such a prude” she giggled back as she took my hand and led me to the front of my car.She spoke again in a firm and controlling manor “Bend over with your hands.