I started to follow Richie and Tommy into the kitchen but stopped when I heard Sarah sigh unhappily to herself.“What’s the matter, sis?” I said,...sitting down next to her on the couch. “You and Stan still not getting along?”Sarah said defensively, “Who says we’re not getting along?”“Mom,” I said after grimacing over my big mouth. “She’s had the feeling you and Stan haven’t...”Sarah cut me off by standing up and calling into the kitchen, “Tommy, you better not be pestering Richie in there.”“He’s. He reached behind her and taking her ass cheeks in either hand, squeezed them in turn, as she continued to hump his knee."I think... I think I'm gonna squirt," she called out in warning."Oh, Christ, Tony..." she started to say, gulping air into her lungs. "I'm gonna! I'm gonna!"She did squirt. He pulled his hand away and shoved his face directly in front of her cunt and caught the second line of her juice as it spewed forth, right into his opened mouth.He thought it was as if she were pissing. We thought that the three women were passed out and we were not sure where the fourth woman had gone and that maybe she left with the men so we got out of the pool, our dicks making big tents in our swim trunks. The fourth woman walked onto the deck wt this time, she did not appear to be as d***k as the other three. She was naked, large boobs and neatly trimed bush. I know I thought I was going to spew a load in my suit. She asked what we were doing and why our dicks were hard. She wanted to. ”“You’re a backcountry skier? Why didn’t you tell me?”“You didn’t ask.”“You’re fast,” she said. “I was going nearly as fast as I can, and you still caught me.”“I cheated,” I said, smiling. “I jumped.”When we got to the top, Dieter said something to Ulrike and she laughed.“Dieter wants a picture for the ski club social media feed,” she said to me. “Let’s give them something to see!”“What do you mean?”She dropped her poles, took over her gloves and her jacket. Unmindful of the few other skiers.