Just as I reached you, you faced me and fell straight back. You started making a snow angel. You looked so cute, so beautiful actually. You held up...your hands for me to pull you up. I did and we looked down at the perfectly formed angel. You fell down and made another. Again you reached your hands out. This time as I went to pull you up you jerked back and pulled me down. My face buried in to the snow. I was very cold. I turned over, sat up and wiped the snow off my face. Damn you. She moaned loudly, I put my hand over my mouth and said, “You better be quiet, or someones gonna come investigate.” She turned her head, smiled and responded, “I cant promise anything.” I turned her around, pushed her thong aside, and took in the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was tight, incredibly tight from what I could see, and her pubic mound had just a slight landing patch of hair. I was in heaven, I dove right in, my tongue expertly around her delicious pussy. She tasted. The parlor furniture and carpet had been moved aside to prepare for the band that would arrive later. The bare hardwood floor made the house even noisier that it would have been. In the foyer there was a set up of a beer keg and a punch bowl with some punch glasses inverted on a white tablecloth. The brothers and their dates, and also some as yet unattached co-eds and brothers were milling about carrying fresh drinks."What's in the punchbowl?" Hildy asked."They're called 'Silver Moons'," Jim. One of the hookers turned out to be a cop, and I was warned off of her before we met.The other one, was a little redhead. I guess that you know how I feel about gingers by now. This little girl was a dancer and part time escort.She was tiny, about 5' nothing and 100 or so pounds. NICE little breasts and a fine , tight ass.Her name was Sunshine, and she was only 20 years old. She showed up late. I know that youngsters these days have no scence of time, distance or money, but damn. I had planned.