"Hi. This is Casey," he gestured to a shorter kid with Indian heritage, "and this is Michael." Michael was very muscular and only a little bit shorter...than DJ, his short hair sandy blonde with matching stubble on his chin; obviously a little older than DJ, maybe mid-twenties. "They're up here for the weekend. Casey's from the Crow Rez and Michael's from Billings." Cool. You guys board or ski?" I asked, more out of politeness than any real curiosity."Definitely board," Casey replied, a wide grin. The sheets were rumpled and sunlight streamed in through the windows as Neral busied herself with the all important task of looking into those emerald pools and trying to count the freckles that dappled her chest. The tactician in her also was curious to see how long it might take the girl to blush under the scrutiny. The answer was, ‘longer than expected,’ but it still pleased Neral to see those cheeks redden. ‘Yes, Mistress?’ A hand went down the younger woman’s breastbone before squeezing. Lochy had a very spiritual room, if that makes sense. It was huge! But filled with incense, small statues, good luck charms and such. Very colourful and vibrant.Some people would think it belonged to ah Hippie, but that's a bit of a stereotype.I downed the rest of my pie and layed back onto his bed, remembering the feeling of his cock plunging deep into my sore ass.I lifted my legs like as if Lochy was actually there.I imagined his hot naked body over me, and his cock covered in slick fluids. He was weak of flesh, unworthy, lustful. At last, he’d succumbed to his baser nature. Shame chased away desire and he stepped away from her, still shaking from lust burning like a fevered disease within his body. “I’m… I’m fallen,” he whispered in self-disgust, closing his eyes. The stinging slap to his face had him opening them in shock. Anniel looked up at him, her eyes full of hurt, anger. “You bastard,” she choked back a sob. “How dare you take me up against that wall and then…” She.