..She leaves the folder on the floor and crawls on the bed over me slowly, and looking at me with a penetrating look:- Maybe I need some more inspirat...on ...Then she started to kiss my neck, running her hand over my chest, smoothing it under the shirt. I was paralyzed, surprised by what was happening, but at the same time enjoying it a lot. I was sitting on the bed with my legs stretched out and my back against the headboard. She then kneeled, sitting on top of my legs, started to take off my. PUT THEM ON SHE SLID INTO THEM THEM COME COATING HER THIGHS AS SHE PUT HEM IN PLACE ON HER WET GUSSET. SHE THEN STOOD HOLDING HER DRESS UP WITH ONE HAND AND REACHED TOWARDS HER CUNT WITH THE OTHER. AS HER FINGERS PUSHED INTO THE COME AND TOWARDS HER PUSSY SHE LET OUT HER FIRST LITTLE MOAN. MMMMMMMMM CAM YOU FEEL MY COME ON YOUR PUSSY FIONA? TASTE THE COME ON YOUR FINGERS YES YES I CAN FEEL THE COME, IT FEELS NICE, VERY NICE SHE THEN RAISED HER FINGERS TO HER MOUTH AND SUCKED MY SPUNK FROM HER. See, we too had been married awhile, andknew each other too well. We couldn’t hide itfrom each other, so, it became a game, to hide itfrom them. What would we do? We were enthralledby every movement they made, every ripple of theirclothes, that belied the toned flesh beneathmoving, showing tiny flashes of bronze skinbetween buttons on his shirt, or on the slit inher skirt.We started a conversation, about this and that,one thing after another until we were conversinglike old friends. I. “Maybe, but it’s tricky to have multiple people work together on one of these unless you put them in harness like mules, and something tells me they wouldn’t appreciate that.”Treya laughed, imagining the sight. “The snowshoes are the problem anyway, more than the sleds. It’s my legs that are bothering me.”“Are you ready to give Katrin a turn?”“I’ll give it a little longer. I don’t know that taking turns will help—I’ll still be wearing the shoes.” It wasn’t just the snowshoes that were bothering.