He looked out of the porthole embedded in the reinforced metal door, squinting his eyes against the ceaseless torrent of snow, trying to make out the ...hape of a shuttle or the telltale flare of a thruster through the powder.He couldn’t see three feet in front of him, landing a shuttle in these winds would be dangerous enough, never mind the low visibility. He needed to get out there and find out what the hell was going on. He retrieved an environment suit from a rack by the door, they had. Whilst Jan was showering & making her self pretty, I packed an Esky and a bag with some towels our bathers and the camera quickly putting these in the boot without advising Jan. As it was to be in the low thirtys Jan dressed in tight shorts, simple Tee shirt & thongs, I threw on three quarter shorts and open neck shirt, we fired up the car and headed south arriving in McLaren Vale around 9am. After enjoying a hearty breakfast we headed off to the wineries for a little sampling or should I say a. How about we do that instead?” I asked, rubbing my thumb over her asshole. She jerked forward and stiffened, but didn’t move. I kept my thumb on top of her ring as I pushed my cock into her pussy. As I bottomed out, she let out an involuntary sigh.“Yeah, there you go. Just fucking take it. Take it like the slut you are.” I teased, slowly pumping my cock in and out of her.She gripped the edge of the desk, grunting as I sawed my cock in and out of her slightly moist tunnel. As I fucked her. It didn’t matter any time of the day or night if Rodney texted me I got in my car and went where he told me to. All this time John had been oblivious, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew all the time I was spending over at Rodney’s was no good. I denied anything was going on, and he couldn’t prove it until one night I came home after being over at Rodney’s. I had just been passed around by 3 of his buddies and they had fucked and cummed in every hole in my body. Rodney never let me shower and always.