"Isn't there any test that you can do to make sure that I am fine before she gets back?Just to make sure this" as he grabs his crotch, "works?" Not re...lly, you just need to use it..." Well, how will I know? I can't fail again..." Tell you what," I said, as an idea began to form in my somewhat lust-addled brain, "let's try an experiment. I haven't done this since my Human Sexuality in med school, but it may be just what you need to prove that you are fine. But you will have to keep an open mind,. Too bad it wasn'tthe beach so they could've seen what the real story was. Damn!These ski suits can puff almost any female look nice and sexy ifyou weren't fifty pounds or years over, especially the way girlsand women's suits were cut and stuffed with down. Pink was likeSwiss cheese for these rats of a ski bum! Choosing who to help andinstruct just because some looked young and curvy in pink. It wasblatant discrimination!I bet if I was in one of those pink snow bunny suits with the hoodup those. I decided to watch some tv in their room. Comfortable now that id done so much in there. Flipping through the channels i didnt see anything great, so i checked the recorded stuff. Scrolling down past a few shows and movies i noticed one.It was labled gaped babes. I clicked on it and hit play. It opened with a pretty girl bent over a couch in nothing but a thong. Which was soon pulled aside by the camera man and he played with her pussy and asshole. I got so wet thinking about them watching this. "Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it, Uncle John used to tell her.And once you own it, you can use it.Uncle John had died two years ago. In his will, he'd left all of his assets in a complicated trust that made his staff equal beneficiaries until DJ turned 26. Then, they received $1million each - and she got whatever was left - unless she agreed to keep.