"They don't. Those are employees, going up to the stations at high ski lifts." That makes sense."Aileen, who owned and ran the store, with a few emplo...ees, was super nice. She gave us a ten percent "Friend of Brian Discount" on everything we bought. We got ski pants in colors that matched the girls' coats. Mine was dark brown. We also each got a pair of ski goggles, which I had completely forgotten about, and some sun block.I was also going to buy each of us a set of skis and poles, but Brian. .. and we knew Danielle was going to be leaving the island and going home too, eventually. It was just a matter of when.Thinking of these things occupied my mind on the way back to the bungalow my girls and I shared. On the other hand, none of the problems needed an immediate solution; we had plenty of time.I grinned. The problem du jour this week was a renewed campaign by my daughters. They wanted tattoos, just like all the girls back in the real world. Just small ones, they said, like the one. ” She gasped.“And I can’t WAIT to fuck you up that tight little ass.” Jack snarled, yanking Sloane’s head back.“YES! Oh YES!” She screamed.“Move your ass! Move it! Fuck me! Fuck me you little bitch! Fuck my dick!” Jack yelled, slapping Sloane’s ass with his free hand.“Yes! Yes! YES!” Sloane cried out, holding tightly onto Jack’s shoulders as she bounced wildly on his lap.“That’s it you little bitch! Ride that dick! Fuck it!” Jack demanded, slapping her ass once move and then moving his hands. My cock was as stiff a board in my pantsAs they leaned over I could view there magnificent breasts which formed a deep cleavage which could drown me. My dick was at full attention now'I'm impressed' she remarked 'No need to give your cock a helping hand!' I could detect a sweet odour from the shoe and her now stocking foot. The intoxicating had begun! They didn't mess around these ladies .They moved each one there nylon foot onto my cock and began to stroke it expertly. It felt mind blowing.