His hand was over my mouth in an instant. “You fucking bitch! You're gunna pay.” He pulled all the way out of me and then pushed back in. I scream...d again, but it was muffled by his hand. He continued this until I could no longer feel anything. He fucked me hard, but I was numb. I could feel my own blood running down my inner thighs though, and that scared me. He ripped me open, and I hoped I wasn't going to bleed to death. After about twenty minutes of this he began moaning louder and louder.. I agreed. He was cute.Without asking, Greg ordered us each a pint and a shot! I laughed out loud, but was grinning and pleased. I liked this man’s style. We toasted to our day on the slopes and downed our vodka shots. Wow! My head was spinning! We continued to talk until Greg said that he needed to get home to his wife. I was a mixture of disappointment and being okay with this news. I liked Greg but I wasn’t looking for a relationship either. I smiled, “sure, great day”.“One more round?” Greg. Turning to face him she slowly and sexily unbuttoned the entire blouse. Teasing him a little, she turned away and bared one shoulder, pulling the blouse off that one side, laughing as she looked back over her shoulder at him.Damon smiled at her playfulness, encouraging her. Soon she bared the other shoulder and turned to face him. She was holding the blouse to her chest, but not to hide from him. She was teasing him with the infuriatingly slow descent of her hands.One hard nipple popped into. She slid forward until we were locked in an embrace, her tits flattened against my chest, and my cock trapped between us. I wondered if she could feel it throbbing as I could. Cindy showed me how to breathe into my root charka, whatever the hell that was, and how to breathe together in harmony with the spirit of love. After about another fifteen minutes, all I wanted to do was to fuck her, the hell with charkas and synchronized breathing. Cindy seemed to sense my passion, and suggested that.