I was becoming more certain that I had been set up. The ladies were perhaps feeling safety in numbers. I was at their mercy. "Come and sit on the sofa..." the little one said, dragging me over sitting me down and then draping herself over me. "My uncle used to sit me on his knee and after a short while his hand would slip up under my skirt or dress and gently rub my thighs. I could fell a lump pressing me from below , just like I can now. His hand would move higher and higher until it was. Changing the subject, he pointed out their chalet and then the smallvillage that supported the ski resort. Recognizing she may have been tooforward and curious why she had even reacted like she did, Linda askedquestions about what they were looking at. From their high vantage thevillage looked like a Christmas painting. She could just make out somehorse drawn sleighs on the main streets of the village. Looking at hiswatch Rick declared that it was time to start working their way over tothe. .but I could feel the tingle between my legs and I knew I was getting hard just thinking about showing myself to her.Me: “....I guess if it would help….if you wanted….I could show you mine”The look on her face was excitement and nervousness, the silence was thick with electricityMarie: “Would you?”I waited a few seconds before turning onto my back, I looked at her as I grabbed the fly to my boxers, kinda waiting for her to give me a sign she was sure, she nodded. I undid the fly and pulled. She yanks at my shirt, pulling it up my body and over my head. While I reach for her shirt, ripping it up over her bra. My hands find her pert little A-cup tits, and I give them a gentle squeeze. She whines at my touch, and throws her head back. Encouraged by her moans, I unclasp her bra and free her little titties, sucking them into my mouth. She gasps as I run my tongue around her areolas, her nipples hardening into little pebbles. Her hands find my hair and she yanks my mouth free. "No,.